I know a lot of people, here included, say that the lessons we learn from loneliness are to know, and love, ourselves. To be independent and not dependent on others. To find ourselves, and our own happiness, within ourselves.
Now, to be honest, I am 46, I love myself just fine (only we, the individual, can know and judge that, not someone online who doesn’t even know us), I have my hobbies and interest, I am indepenant and can look after myself. I know I am strong …
… and quite often, I am told that knowing and being these things is a reason why most people assume I don’t want, nor need, friends or a relationship. “You’re so strong, you don’t need anyone”, I was told that just yesterday. A lot of people seem to think they can make these decisions for us, and often, in my experiences, they get angry and quite abusive if you tell or show them that they can’t.
I guess, if I had to say there was a lesson, or lessons, to learn from loneliness, it would be to be honest with yourself about what you need and want, about what is important to you. People will give you suggestions and advice based on their own lives and experience, and, as shocking to them as it may be, their experiences aren’t ours, so their advice and suggestions my not be helpful, and may not work for us at all.
Really, no matter what people say, very, very few people can do everything on their own. Most get through life with someone being there, with some support and encouragement, with some connection to another. That’s all I have been looking for all my life. But the older I get, the stronger I am told I am, and the more lonely I get.
Part of loving myself was, and is, acknowledging that I can’t and don’t want to go through life alone. That I still want at least a chance to have my own family. That I want someone to be there for, as much as they would be there for me.