Loneliness
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How would it feel to be single for the rest of my life?
What would happen if I’m single for the rest of my life? Is it possible that somehow, I might not meet someone who feels compatible? Is it possible that I might not like someone as much as they like me, or vice versa? That there’s just not someone who would be a good fit?
What would it be like if I lived alone for the rest of my life? Would it become harder for me to be flexible and accommodating of other’s needs? Would I ever get over those moments of panic when I feel a major illness coming on…
Other moms don’t want to hear about my children’s issues, and I struggle with their everyday complaints
The silence of my thoughts echoes through the walls at night when I’m trying to drift off to sleep. I think about all the things I should have done but did not do or simply forgot about. As the silence grows louder, I often find myself looking through other mothers’ lives on social media. I find their play dates, their Pinterest ideas, and their cute professional photos — but most of all I find their normalcy.
Oh, how I would kill for the normalcy of being an ordinary mother. I never asked to be a special needs mother; in fact…
Turns out the thrill of exploring a new place alone doesn’t negate how difficult it can be
Last December, I embarked on a month-long solo trip to Eastern Europe. I’d been feeling a bit stalled personally and professionally, and I thought a big adventure would help me get unstuck. I booked a flight to Estonia, reserved a few nights in an Airbnb, and planned to figure out the rest when I got there — after all, everything was up to me.
It was a thrilling thought: I was exploring a foreign country entirely on my own, with no one else’s schedule, wants, or needs to consider. I wandered the charming cobbled streets of Tallinn, the capital city…
absence finds me in
the likeliest of places –
in the shower this
morning, when i
flip the soap over
so that the
lettering is on
top, there will
be no one to
flip it back
This poem originally appeared on Yi-Ching Lin’s blog.
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