Are we all alone at heart?

Is a part of being human, being alone at heart?

Are we all struggling with battles that no one else can see, that makes us different people on the inside?

I feel like I’m lost, and not because I don’t know what I want to do with my life, because I’m pretty certain of that, but because a lot of the time I feel so cripplingly alone it’s suffocating.

But why?

I know I’m not, I have good friends, best friends, for the first time in my entire life, I have people who care, that I can talk to.  Yet, it’s like this feeling of absolute loneliness is embedded so deep inside of me its never going to matter how many people I have telling me that they’re there for me, I’m always going to be alone inside.  It is suffocating. 

The worst part is every time I get to a point where I should reach out, talk to a friend, my mind makes up a million reasons why they wouldn’t care, why I shouldn’t bother them, why we’re not as close as I thought we were.  The voices in my head make me believe that I have no one, and I still haven’t figured out how to tell them they’re wrong.  Maybe because, it had been true for so long it’s hard to believe it’s not anymore. 

They say the hardest part is telling someone that you’re struggling.  I think the hardest part is to keep telling them.   

I think that’s why I started this blog, because talking to people about what you went through in the past seems to be something I’ve mastered, but I still struggle to let people in when it comes to the things that still get to me. 

Or is that just a part of being human, that we’re all alone at heart?

One thing we can be certain of, is that we don’t live in a society that is designed to be accepting, but that at least is something we can change.   I hope by being more open and accepting of everything and everyone we can put an end to that.

Maybe then, it will not be so difficult to figure out where it is that I, and all of us, belong.    

Where do we belong?

Have you ever felt like you belonged somewhere? Really belonged? Somewhere where the people don’t judge you, or you have no fear of being judged.  There aren’t cliques or worries of being friends with the right people.  There just people, people like you, trying to find their way in world full of monsters that aren’t exciting like the ones we find in fantasy, but are instead made from humanity themselves.  Our heroes don’t have the luxury of saving the world from an alien enemy, because in reality, the only enemy we have is ourselves, humans. We care too much about our image, about what people think of us, we tend to forget what really matters.

It’s hard to find a place in the world when your species is destroying it, when it seems humanity itself is no longer fit to be here.  I hate the greed that our species seems to harbour, the pointless jobs that only serve human needs, not the needs of the world.  Or shouldn’t they be the same thing?  I think a lot of people feel that way, but we tend to give in to society, to peer pressure. 

There are many religions in this world, but why do so few worship mother nature?  It is only by her grace that we keep living, and you can’t deny it.  Whether you believe in religion or in science if we continue to destroy her, climate change will strike back, and then there will be no one left to feel out of place and depressed in a world we have made sick. 

There are few moments in this life when I have felt completely alive, all nerves awake and feeling, and all of these have been when in connection with the beauty of nature.  A stunning sunrise, a meadow, a forest alive with colour and sounds, proof that we have not destroyed everything beautiful quite yet. 

I think it’s no wonder mental health illnesses are on the rise when we have polluted our planet to the point we consume microplastics without noticing and our seas are sick with the same poison.  How can we claim to belong anywhere, when our own planet, the only home we all share, is rejecting us because our self-obsessed greed is leading to the extinction of innocent animals that we share this Earth with.  Should we be surprised that we feel alone?

We have to take responsibility and make it right, create a world where we all belong, humans and nature alike, because if we don’t, climate change will make it right for us, and there will no place for humanity in that world.

I Don’t Want to Pretend

From year 10 to year 12 at school I didn’t feel much of anything.  Towards the end of year 10 and the start of year 11 I had lost a number of people to various different illnesses, and every day from then on, wasn’t about living or enjoying life, it was just about getting to the end of that day.  The only thing that made me get out of bed in the morning was the promise that this day had to end, and then I could get back into my bed. 

It was a time when I hated being alone because that was when I became trapped inside a mind that was plagued with horrible thoughts that I couldn’t get away from.  Yet, at the same time I wanted nothing more than to be alone because being around people meant I had to pretend to be something I didn’t even know how to feel anymore, happy. 

So, I isolated myself, from my family, my friends.  I held everyone at an arms-length because having strong relationships with people would mean that they might notice that something was wrong, and I didn’t want people to think that I was weak.  Everyday was like a game, remember to smile, laugh, be happy.  I don’t think I even realised I was doing it half the time, I became somebody I thought everybody else wanted me to be, I got good grades, I was nice to everyone, I didn’t have my own opinion because I seriously doubted anyone would care.  I was like an empty vessel that waited for other people to show me how to be, because honestly?  The last thing I wanted to do, was think, make decisions and risk losing anything.  

I was clever, and a compulsive liar.  I fooled everyone, people only saw what I wanted them to see, if I was imperfect in any way, it was because I wanted to be, to seem normal.  I thought that would make me happy, until I realised I had never been more alone.

I hadn’t lost myself, but I had locked her away into a part of my mind I reserved only for myself, so that I could become someone else.

I was so repressed, so unfulfilled that as the numbness faded away I was overtaken by anger at the world, at society, for holding me back.  I wanted to scream at everything for making me feel like I couldn’t just be me, but that wouldn’t help.

So, I did something I couldn’t take back, I decided to screw the universe for making me feel so small in so many ways, and I started to open up about some of the issues I have faced, and my journey in overcoming them.  I became the person I really am, and sometimes that’s hard, because it’s natural instinct for me to want to hide away and pretend that I’m fine.  But, I have some of the best friends that I have ever had, because I have opened up to them, and although I still have points when I think it would be easier to just pretend, I know I’m happier now, and I don’t want to lose that. 

This is it for me, I know that in my heart I am going to defeat this depression because I know who I am now, I’m able to embrace that, accept that, and move forward. 

I never want to go back to the days when, ‘this day has to end’ was my mantra.

  Now, I try to live every day to it’s fullest, and that doesn’t always work out, but that’s okay, because I’ll get there, I know I will.