Loneliness is like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.
As always Sylvia Plath so eloquently expresses the feelings I carry with me. The woman has a quote for my every mood.
Loneliness. A latent state brought to the surface more and more the further I progress into adulthood. A state I did not even realise I was in until years later. I did not realise how prevalent loneliness is, and just how many people are struggling with it. Hell, I did not know I was lonely until a little while ago. I knew I was unhappy, and I wished I had more friends, but I did not make the connection to loneliness. I was still spouting the “I’m alone not lonely“, and “I love being alone” mantras. I still appreciate my own company, but gradually solitude has turned into its ugly twin- loneliness- and I have come to realise that (wo)man is not made to be an island.
“How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”