I am the only one in the world going through what I am going through and feel perilously lonely: like no one can possibly understand even though I desperately want understanding.
Maybe because I am the only one in the world going through what I am going through. In the sea of details, I am uniquely experiencing life in a way that no one else ever will. Because no one else is me.
Let that sink in.
I am lonely, I am alone, because it is impossible for anyone to be me. No one else has been through exactly what I have been through. It is impossible. And so here I am, broken. Stranded.
This is a dark sea of rough waters and no one can hear me. I can drown here and no one will know to come. I can scream for help, but it will disintegrate into the air. I am voiceless.