I feel alone. I’m struggling in a bubble of my own making. I mean I made it and I don’t know how to unmake it or how to make it transparent or make it visible enough for others to see and acknowledge. Too often I require an external to validate my reality. I know what I see and feel. Too often reality is denied in order to fit in, too reduce risk of attack, avoid disappointment and expectation. And all of it leaves me alone.
The truth is and has always been that I am not alone. No one is alone.