“I don't know how else to handle it. I work, I talk to people, I walk, I see you and Polly and Aunt Janet, but there are moments when I'm stark lonely. Other moments when I think my loneliness will eat me alive. And sometimes it's vaguely there, hanging around, waiting to go away, maybe on a trip somewhere, and often I'm not lonely at all and feel happy to be alive. Does that make any sense?"
"Yes, honey, it does."
"So I try to get busy, I work in my garden, I read and make things, and move through it."
"That's about all we can do, sweetie, move through it, right?"
"Yep. Move through loneliness and isolation and hope you can outrun it for awhile.”
―
Cathy Lamb,
Such a Pretty Face
