A few years back, I spent almost 2 years, almost completely alone. Other than going to the store once in a while and visiting with my son every other weekend, I was alone. When my son did visit, I felt bad, because I was quite depressed and I struggled to show up for him the way I wanted to. For the most part, it was just me and my dog. I had pretty much given up on finding a partner that would fit me. I felt like too much of an outsider to be loved. I was very grateful for my dog Dusty. He got me through some hard times. I was telling myself I didn't need anyone but I was very depressed and really ready to give up. And then out of nowhere I met my new love. It felt like as soon as I fully surrendered to the solitude, things shifted. And now I feel very loved. Almost too much at times. I still have hermit tendencies. But I do think we all want connection in our lives. I am very grateful I made it through that tough time and now I have a love in my life again. I don't know if this is helpful in anyway, its just me reflecting a bit on the loneliest time I remember for myself. Thanks for the post. You always have people to connect with here when needed. And remember, you are never truly alone. And things can change. 💚