I was overcome with a sense of loneliness again today. It hit my like a sharp wind you didn't hear until it blew your hair across your face and in your ear. I wasn't doing anything special - in fact, I was at work, surrounded by people, running down the hall to do something last minute before I got the hell out of there.
I felt almost punched by it. But there it was. I realized in that instant that I wasn't really the cranky I'd told people I was all day. I was deeply, sadly, horribly lonely.
And I thought, in that instance, that there wasn't any one reason for it. There for millions - little things like a hurtful snip made at my yesterday; big things like confusing and complicated relationships; insurmountable things like a problem that isn't going away and doesn't appear to be fixable.
I need to address this loneliness, though, because it feels so incredibly isolating. As lonely as I feel, I only sometimes desire company. In that moment, when I realized how lonely I was, I didn't want to go talk to my collegue about this 11th hour crap we needed to finish. I didn't want to go home to the kid I love so much. I didn't want to meet a friend for drinks.
I wanted to sit in my car and BE lonely. And cry a little and wonder where the hell I'm going. How I'm going to fix this.
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