Lonely but not alone!

Not too long ago, someone I deeply care about was going through a rough phase, feelings of loneliness and didn't know what to do, how to cope with it. Of course, we talked about seeing a therapist, counseling.

While we were on the subject, he said “what do you know about loneliness, you always seem happy, I see all your pictures, you are always busy doing something. You are always smiling and happy."

Hmmm, long pause.... What do I know about loneliness??? I know plenty about being lonely, especially now, recent empty nester. My world revolved around my children and their activities. Now that they are gone, all the running around is gone. Sometimes it's very rough, especially on a weekend when everyone else seems to be busy but I am not.

I wish I could show you how often I was sad and lonely....

I go through those days of loneliness, a lot. It was very rough and difficult at first. Now, I try to not be "alone" when I am lonely. I force myself to go out, be with friends, people.

But often times, it's just a simple walk in the neighborhood that helps me clear my mind. I find joy in the simple things, wild flowers, dandelions , a giant tree. They make me happy even if it is for that moment.

I call my siblings; I talk to them a lot. They are the ones who put energy back into me. They are my "go to" people.

I have a few close friends, I call them, we find something to do.

But mind you, I must make that effort myself. No one just calls to check on me . No one else is going to do that for me. I grew up with the phrase "ask and you shall receive" and I sincerely believe it. Someone always comes through. I have a few people I can count on. They are always there but I need to reach out to them.

Anyways, it's Monday morning here and my ramblings for this week have begun. Hope you have a great week. Hope you have someone who you can count on.

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