I don’t really know why I’m writing this other than I can’t seem to carry it around quietly anymore.
I feel completely lost in my own life. Since my marriage ended, the loneliness has slowly become something heavy and constant. Not just “being alone”, but feeling emotionally disconnected from everything. The people I’m closest to live far away, so most days there’s no real adult connection, no shared life, no small moments, no feeling of being important to anyone in the everyday sense.
I changed jobs hoping for stability and a fresh start due to rounds of redundancy, but instead I feel like I’m disappearing. My role feels like a dead end. I’m underused, unstimulated and going backwards mentally and the hybrid set up and lack of office contact doesn't help. My brain feels less engaged as time goes on, like I’m slowly becoming smaller and less capable in a life that already felt hard to hold together. I don’t feel valued there, and honestly I’m starting to wonder if I bring value anywhere.
Now I’m also dealing with a medical issue that’s painful, stressful and humiliating to even think about, while waiting for answers and likely surgery. It’s just become one thing after another.
I look around at other people in my family and feel like the one who never really made it. The runt of the family. The one who never quite succeeded at life, never found where they fit, never became someone worth being. And when everything piles together, the loneliness, the lack of purpose, the feeling of failing at work and in myself, I genuinely start wondering what the point of everything is.
The only thing I know for certain is that I look at my children and hope they grow into people who feel more fulfilled, connected and worthwhile than I ever have.