Don’t Feel Sorry for Me

I’m okay. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not at risk of anything. I’m just really, deeply lonely.

I’m a white, agnostic, 40-something, professional Canadian woman. Married, no kids (on purpose). Two dogs. A few cats. I can save money every month, pay my bills, and have some money left over.

It’s a good enough life. And I’m grateful for it, really.

But it’s hollow.

Deeply hollow, like, you can hear the echoes of my hopes and dreams faintly calling to my heart, begging to be heard. My heart hurts too much to listen to them anymore. She can’t help them now.

You have to understand how I grew up to understand this pain but we’ll get into that soon enough.

For now, thanks for being here.

-LW