how loneliness helped me find myself
There was a time when loneliness felt like a trap — a dark pit I couldn’t climb out of. But then I stumbled upon Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking.
Reading her words was like sitting beside someone who’s been through heartbreak and still found a way forward. She wrote honestly about grief, silence, and the messiness of being human.
One line stayed with me: “We tell ourselves stories in order to live.” At first, I thought it meant we need distractions to survive. But slowly, I understood it differently — we tell stories to make sense of ourselves, to heal.
In those quiet moments alone, I started piecing together my own story. I stopped running from solitude and began embracing it as a chance to really listen — to my fears, hopes, and truths.
Loneliness became less of a prison and more of a mirror, reflecting parts of me I’d never seen before.
That kind of quiet isn’t empty. It’s full of hidden voices, waiting to be heard.
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