Even as the loneliness tries to cripple me, I am fighting to keep perspective.
It’s hard when it seems like everyone has someone.
When your parents call because they are worried about you.
When you spend most of your time alone.
When the ache is strong and there’s a holiday meant to exacerbate it.
When the only constant affection you receive is from a warm, furry body that can’t speak.
When all the movies and songs are about something you are missing.
When time seems to crawl by and the silence is so loud.
When it hurts to remember times when you weren’t lonely.
I try not to focus on that.
But it’s so hard.