For more than 10 years, after my first husband divorced me and I moved from New York to California, before I met Tim and we adopted our children and became a family, I felt very lonely around the holidays. True, my parents and siblings loved me (and still do), and so did my friends. Nevertheless, my isolation, never easy on many days, could almost crush me around this time of year.
That experience taught me how painful and harsh loneliness can be—in some ways, its own debilitating illness.
Today I feel very lucky to be surrounded by family—Tim and our kids, my sisters and brother and their families, my wonderful parents. But I’m remembering people who aren’t in the same state, and sending them a silent wish for better days ahead. xo