I was intrigued by the title of this thread, I'm not sure about the assortment of answers here, following each other, but my thought is - when I was well... aka able to work and go to school, and I had normal friends... Well perhaps abnormal friends, but in a more traditional sense of the word friends :) Oh shoot. Point is, I had a semblance of a social life, but I lived on my own and it was certainly my plan to continue that way. I spent much more time alone than I do now... but I was never lonely. I needed a good amount of time to myself, that's how I've always been.
Now I live with family and now I am more lonely than I ever felt before - whether they are here in the house with me or not. It is an emptiness in myself, and it doesn't seem to have much to do with how much human interaction I have.
I can only attribute this feeling, this difference to the person I used to be, to ptsd/anxiety/depression. Please forgive if I'm missing anyone else's point here. I'm just musing - taking the topic of isolation and loneliness, and wandering in my mind.
Now I live with family and now I am more lonely than I ever felt before - whether they are here in the house with me or not. It is an emptiness in myself, and it doesn't seem to have much to do with how much human interaction I have.
I can only attribute this feeling, this difference to the person I used to be, to ptsd/anxiety/depression. Please forgive if I'm missing anyone else's point here. I'm just musing - taking the topic of isolation and loneliness, and wandering in my mind.