I’ve been thinking a lot about the idea of being alone, not just feeling it but being in it. And as difficult as it can be, I’ve come to believe that being alone isn’t always a punishment… sometimes it’s a necessary part of the healing. After trauma, especially deep or long-term trauma, solitude becomes the space where we finally meet ourselves without the interference of others’ expectations, manipulations, or projections. It’s uncomfortable at first—there’s grief, silence, confusion. But in that quiet, something begins to take shape.
Being alone taught me how to trust myself. How to build confidence without needing someone else’s validation. How to feel secure without waiting for someone to make me feel safe. It gave me time to ask: What do I believe? What do I want now, not what I was taught to want?
It’s not easy—this path is raw and honest and often overlooked. But it’s where the foundation starts. Once we know ourselves in solitude, we stop looking for others to define us. And the people we do let in after that… It’s by choice, not survival. Alone isn’t the end. Sometimes it’s the beginning.