Sadness, Solitude, and Loneliness Part 2

Some people might say there is no difference between the feeling of being alone and solitude. I disagree. Solitude to me, thats YOUR alone time, your ME time, a time when you can just be who you are, be yourself and do things for you. I always think of it as Superman’s Fortress of Solitude. it’s a choice, you go there to chill out and recharge. Its often a welcome break to reflect and be alone with your thoughts. For me its when I have the house to myself, kids sleeping soundly, lights on my tree flashing a soothing rhythm, thinking and reflecting on my past, present, future, day to day happenings or just thoughts I need to get straight in my head.
Being alone is another feeling all together. To me, a person can be completely alone in a room full of people. Why? Because no one “gets” them, no one cares enough to try to understand who they are, how they feel, where they are coming from. It’s a feeling of profound sadness. I get this feeling a lot. We all want to feel loved for who we are. We all want that validation that we ARE someone of importance to someone. For me I also wish for someone somewhere to think I am good at something, anything really, just something that I am good enough at to not be constantly criticized and told I am wrong.
This time of year its especially difficult to have that feeling of being all alone. To be around others and love them so much and know that they don’t feel the same strong sense of love as you feel for them. When I love someone I make sure they know it. No one I love will ever doubt that I love them just the way they are, I accept their faults as part of them, not as a negative thing, just one of the many little things that make them who they are. Its hard to be around people and not have that unconditional love given back, to know that they don’t love you for you, they may love you, but not the real you, the you that THEY want you to be.
In my more clear minded moments I realize that some people arent capable of having that kind of love for others. They love on their own terms and always have to have that control, have everything their way. I can accept that during these times, and I am not as sad. Then I start to think and wish that I had the same kind of love I give to others. Is that selfish of me? Is it selfish of me to wish that others could over look my many many faults and love me for who I am? To accept me as is? There are a small few in my life and in my past who have loved me like that. I am eternally grateful to them because its gotten me through all the times when people have tried to change me, and when I have felt so unloved and so stupid and felt like nothing I did was ever right. Its then that I dug deep and leaned on those people in my heart, reminded myself of them, tried to make THEM proud by being the best that I could be and tried to let the negativity pass.
No matter what holiday you celebrate this time of year, remember what I am saying, if you never believe another word I write, believe this, this is the time of year for kindness, for love. Reach out to someone who has no one else that loves them, let them know that you are there, that you love them for who they are. Be here for them to turn to when there is no one else to understand them, be there to encourage them to keep trying when they make mistakes. Be the one to let them know its ok to make mistakes, that you still love them and that their mistakes don’t change that. Let them know that no one is perfect, and they don’t have to be, that you don’t expect that from them and they don’t need to be perfect to have your love. Now and all year long let them know they aren’t alone, and someone cares, someone loves them.
