I wish I could offer you a hug. I’m sharing my own story of loneliness instead, because it has a happy ending. And because I did not know that there could be a happy ending, or even what it would look like.
This “happy ending” isn’t an achievement of some sort, or even an ending, for that matter. But there is love now. And hope. And grace. I’m sharing my story in the hopes that you find these things as well.