I’ve gone through bouts of loneliness in my life in which I felt as though no one cared for me or could understand me. But I’ve also have had times where I chose to be alone.

As a child of an alcoholic/functional family, I wanted nothing more than to be loved and to find people who could understand me. I feared abandonment and did anything I could to not to be alone. As an adult, I hated not being in a relationship. I didn’t want to be a third wheel when out with friends and longed to find someone who I could talk to and share my life with.