The Loneliness No One Talks About Anymore

There is something about loneliness that we never talk about. It's not because you're alone. It comes from a sense of unknown feelings - even if they are surrounded by people, families, or laughter. It's kind of emptiness that leads to a crowded room. How she scrolls over you for hours and feels something to put your phone down and make you feel sick.

We don't talk about it, but it's everywhere.

When people think of loneliness, imagine the person sitting in a dark room being isolated from the world. But the worst species don't look like that. Sometimes it looks like this:

I get a smile in the group text but feel that no one will notice if they stop answering. In a busy house, I feel like the spirit that passes through him. It's easy to explain the mist in my chest, so I say, "I'm fine."

This is the loneliness we don't post. It will not be passed in captions. We mask with filters and emojis, with little stories and planned plans. But it's here. Quiet. difficult. Stubborn.

Social media to connect us. Instead, we were the highlight of others' lives while sitting with the complete, unprocessed version. We see smiles, celebrations, holidays, and perfect relationships - and we ask ourselves why we don't feel the same.

It creates the illusion that everyone else is entirely alive among us...

And it is probably the most frightening part. The separation between what we pretend to be - even for ourselves.

Shameful to admit it.

We say to ourselves:

"The others are getting worse."

"You need to make an effort."

But this type of loneliness does not come from a lack of things. There is no wise connection. Not just the version we run, but also the feeling of feeling what we are, seen, understood, or truly loved.

And if we feel separation for too long, we believe it deserves it. This is not what we are. We are the only ones who feel that way.

But we are not.

You are not. I also felt this loneliness. The way the conversation feels flat, they long for a deeper bond, but don't know how to ask. Are they sitting quietly wondering if someone really knows them more, or have they ever done it?

and I learned: You are not just in your emotions.

Many of us wear this invisible weight. We don't talk about it. And maybe that's the first step to healing - if you go out loud.

What can be useful (even if it feels small)

That doesn't mean they're broken. That doesn't mean you will feel that way forever.

Not only consume it; write, draw, create something. It brings your fragments back to life.

Sitting silently with someone - you don't need to talk to feel connected. Sometimes presence is enough. Say the truth - draw on someone you trust. "I'm not doing well at this point," he says, brave and not weak. Separate false connections - Separate social media and return to real, well-discovered beings.

The night remains the same. But slowly, gently open the space for the actual connection. And the real connection is the antidote to mild loneliness.

You deserve to be known.

You aren't too many. You are not that quiet. You can't see. The world is just too fast to realize the softness of the person who likes it.

But they are important.

There's someone out there who needs their story. Your truth. Your reality. And there are more people like you - wait for some that someone says "me too."

This is this moment.