For the longest time, the idea of loneliness has scared me. As I’ve grown and developed as a person I think what I’ve realized, and what may be a crucial step into adulthood is that I don’t fear loneliness, no, nor have I ever feared it. Instead what I think I have feared is being alone with myself; being alone with my thoughts and anguishes and desires. This fear has coerced me to the thought that I feared being alone so much that the very thought of loneliness kept me awake at night. Ironic as it may be, I’ve come to the realization that my fears have been unfounded, that these ideas of loneliness and fear of myself have long gone unaddressed, and yet, have seemingly addressed themselves. It’s so anomalous in nature, to think that what we fear the most can be what saves us in the end.
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