…so you write a piece about sitting with loneliness in Thought Catalog.
“The hardest thing to feel is loneliness. Not just to be alone but to be lonely.
When I say feel, I mean to really feel the loneliness and to know it; to acknowledge loneliness, shake its hand, offer it a glass of cheap Barefoot wine and let it sit with you, to be with you, in you…
I mean to feel loneliness without substituting in past emotions of connection. Without remembering nights on the beach with whisky and old quilts, without scrolling through old texts of happier more emoticon-filled times, without trying to inflate an old emotion to replace the current emotion of lonely.”