It has been the height of folly or self-absorbed foolishness on my part to think or ever have believed for one moment that my sense of desperate aloneness has been something wholly unique to me, as in some scourge with which I alone - oh woeful victim of the universe, I - have been plagued.
This from a favorite author, David Richo, in this case in his introduction to "When Love Meets Fear":
"We will look at some major fears... [including] the fear of aloneness. We will discuss the void: the inner sense of total emptiness in which nothing works and we feel hopeless in the grip of desolation and desperation. I feared all these things myself in the course of my life - with many currently on the screen - so I share what I have learned with you."
I've been encountering it left and right in my readings of late. This horrid lost aloneness bullshit, the subplot of my life, turns out is just... a regular 'ole common part of the human condition, the human fragility born of fear... born of being human.
Who knew.
