Come, come sit with me…
All week this memory has been sitting quietly in my soul.
I kept asking myself, why? Why now? Why this moment?
I can remember it so clearly.
I was in my twenties, talking to my mom about being lonely. I told her that when I felt lonely, I would hug my pillow at night and talk to the four walls but the walls never answered back. I said it almost casually, but it wasn’t casual at all.
Then I told her she was lucky.
Lucky because she was married. Lucky because she had someone to roll over and hug at night. Lucky because she wasn’t alone.
She was quiet for a moment.
Then she said softly, “Baby, you can be married and still be lonely.”
I laughed and said, “No you can’t.”
That was me — naive in my twenties, certain I understood loneliness because I had felt it one way.
I understand now what she was trying to tell me.
I believe that at one point in her marriage to my dad, my mom felt that kind of loneliness. But like so many things, she didn’t come right out and say it.
Now, now I understand what she meant.
You can be in a marriage and still feel lonely.
You can be in a room full of people and still feel lonely.
You can even be home by yourself and feel that same ache.
Because loneliness isn’t about who is around you.
It’s about the moments when you don’t feel seen.
When your words are spoken, but not really heard.
When your presence exists, but your heart feels unnoticed.
Listen…
I don’t know who I’m writing this to.
I don’t know where you are or what your days look like.
But for the first time since I started writing this blog, I feel like I’m writing to someone, not just from myself.
And I want you to know this — I feel you.
In our world today, it’s hard to make real connections.
Believe me, hun — I am all about connection.
I believe in slowing down.
I believe in listening.
I believe in conversations that don’t rush past the truth.
To find connection, we have to be willing to open the door just a little.
Just enough to let someone in.
You don’t have to tell your whole life story.
You don’t have to explain every chapter of your life.
Because believe me — everyone has a story to tell.
I started writing about loneliness… and somewhere along the way, I realized I was really writing about connection.
After that conversation with my mom, I felt that connection, even though I didn’t fully understand her words at the time. The understanding came years later.
My mom was a good teacher in the moment.
She planted truth gently and trusted time to do the rest.
Because of her, I never looked at loneliness the same way again.
My whisper to you is this:
One day you are going to be seen and connected. 🙂
If you want to connect:
If this reflection touched you and you’d like to share your own story, you can always email me. I read every message myself.
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