I’m comfortable alone.
Maybe because when my mom died I felt abandoned and alone.
Maybe because when I battled depression I wanted to be alone and spent so much time alone.
Maybe because for last four plus years I’ve spent a lot of time working alone.
When I was low and needed help most, there were few people there for me. I was essentially alone.
I’ve grown comfortable alone. I’m content alone. I’ve learned to be my own best friend. I have my own back. I’m there for myself. I take care of myself.
Being alone is normal and natural for me.
I still crave human connection, interaction, attention, and affection, but I’m stronger, more confident, and more secure for everything I went through.
Thank you to my wife and dad for always standing by my side. That had to be hard.