I have a child who depends on me and who I love more than anything – and yet I am alone.
I have been alone all my life.
I have had friends, for sure. But at one time or another, one by one they have all stabbed me in the back in some way.
Bar two – my best friend, who lives abroad and I don’t see very often, and my best ‘mummy’ friend who I love having a natter with and putting the world to rights – I have never had the kind of friendships that are lasting.
I have always been sidelined, substituted or pretty much just ignored like a leper.
To put a brave face on things I have always smiled and made a joke that it’s just, and always will be, me, myself & I.
I never expected it to come true.
I don’t want to be alone.
I don’t want to feel lost.
I don’t want to feel afraid.
I don’t want to end up talking to the walls.
Loneliness isn’t a figment of people’s imagination it is a harsh reality.
Here’s a link to a poem I wrote a couple of years ago
