I realize it is common to feel alone, even in a world with over 8 billion other humans. It’s common to feel aimless and like life has no meaning.
Usually, a person with extensive trauma and detachment from people winds up extremely dysfunctional, addicted to substances, or taking their own life. In that respect, I feel like I am on borrowed time.
I learned a long time ago that I would rather be alone than in bad company. As a social creature, the idea of being close with someone is appealing, but I don’t think that is a part of my fate.
Isolation became a way of life at a young age. And it is hard to imagine anyone loving me as I love them.
The Daedalus 