THE FEAR OF LONELINESS
As the world turns inward, I cannot help but think about loneliness. About all the ways in which I seek it out and avoid it. About how it can build me up and break me down—sometimes within the same hour. I can’t help but feel that it is both my greatest strength and my greatest weakness, a dichotomy within itself. As I set myself up for many weeks—maybe even months—of alone time, I am reflecting on the past, as I am sure we all are.
Before shit really hit the fan, I was driving myself from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Bend, Oregon. I was tired of my city and tired of the winter, and I needed a change. There is only so much seasonal depression one can take before it is just regular depression. The solution was to build out
