Are you comfortable being alone?

I don’t mean just being by yourself—I mean sitting in it. The dark. The stillness. The quiet hum of loneliness. The ache of longing. The parts of solitude that aren’t curated for aesthetics or ease. The moments that feel raw, maybe even a little heavy.

One of my best friends told me earlier this year, “You need to get more comfortable being alone.”
At first, it felt like a strange thing to say. I talk to people every day. My job requires it. My life is full of interactions. But here’s the twist: connection doesn’t always equal closeness. And presence doesn’t always mean partnership.

I’ve started to realize that part of the challenge of being human – especially one who loves deeply – is that sometimes, we reach for things we were never meant to hold on to. People. Ideas. Dreams. We cling not out of lack of self-love, but out of habit. Out of hope. Out of the desire to not feel the silence echo back too loudly.

But silence can be sacred.

I’ve also come to understand something hard and humbling: most adult relationships don’t fail because people stop caring. They fail because we stop communicating—clearly, vulnerably, honestly.
Not just with the other person, but with ourselves. We build castles together, brick by brick, dream by dream. But somewhere along the way, the signals get fuzzy. The messages change. And instead of leaning in, we dig our heels. We let ego lead. We take stances. We build walls.

And suddenly, you find yourself sitting across from someone who once felt like home, now needing a translator just to stay in the same room.

So I say this with love:
Sit down. Open up.
Feel it all. Talk through the fear. The misunderstanding. The need.
Let yourself be seen. Let yourself be held.
Choose relationships that can hold both truth and tenderness.
The ones that allow for uncomfortable, foundation-shaking conversations and still choose grace.

Summer is finally here.
And whether I mentioned this in my last post or not—I’ll say it now:
Plan something just for you.

A staycation. A solo trip. A weekend with your best friend. Even if it’s not this summer, book it anyway. Let it be your reminder that you matter too. That your peace is worth protecting. That you don’t have to apologize for putting yourself first—not this time.

You deserve that kind of care.
You deserve that kind of joy.
You deserve you.

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