You’re around many people, but it all feels fake, and you still feel lonely, disconnected like a visitor in your own life, watching others from the outside with a growing ache to be understood. Loneliness isn’t being alone; it’s about feeling unknown. You crave connection—someone to see your struggles, to validate your existence, and to remind you that you’re not broken, just human.

You find it hard to feel excited about things you used to enjoy, and you might not even remember what made you happy. Taking care of yourself and being around others feels tiring; even the simplest tasks—getting out of bed or answering a text. You feel alone, hopeless, and upset with yourself, no one seems to get it.

You feel super aware of everything around you and often feel anxious or scared. You have trouble sleeping at night because your mind keeps running through all sorts of worries, overthinking everything and replaying that conversation from three months ago. Sometimes, you notice your heart beating fast, sweating, or just wanting to escape, even if you don't know why.

It’s like a knot you can’t untangle, whispering that something is fundamentally wrong with you. It’s not about your actions or choices—it’s about who you are. You carry the weight of years spent absorbing messages that your identity is unacceptable, sinful, or broken. Now, even in moments of joy or love, shame creeps in and taints the experience, as if you don’t deserve to feel happy.