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Here are a couple of excerpts from a book I recently read, "The Loneliness Files," by Athena Dixon.

I am overwhelmingly lonely. And I cannot believe that doesn’t matter and I will not believe there are not scores of others like me. I know there are those who feel the world is always just a little too far away or a little too close—never comfortable in either situation. Those who would love to be a part of all life has to offer fully, but something just doesn’t click. Those people who crave the smallest of touches but get lost in the fear of what could go wrong, not all that could be right.

You know those stories about the solo humpback whale? She roams the ocean alone because the pitch of her call doesn’t match the others and they can’t hear her/connect with her. That’s what I feel like. Like I’m shouting into the void and my voice is getting sucked into the abyss.