“Loneliness lies. You are not the only one to feel this way.”
Depression whispers: *No one else feels this way.*
*You’re too much.*
*You’re too broken.*
*No one would understand.*
But that’s not truth. That’s isolation doing what it does best — making you forget you’re part of something bigger.
The truth is: others have stood exactly where you’re standing.
They’ve sat on the edge of the bed, unsure how to move.
They’ve cried in the shower, afraid their pain would spill out in front of anyone who cared.
They’ve smiled in public and collapsed in private.
And like you, they thought they were alone.
But we are never as alone as we think.
We are part of the quiet club — the ones who know sorrow, and survival, and strength we didn’t ask for.
You may not see them, but they exist. They are walking beside you, often invisibly, but always in solidarity.
The mind isolates. But healing reconnects.
To life. To others. To the part of you that still wants to belong.
Today, let’s tell a different story: *I am not the only one. And I am not beyond reaching.*
Sit quietly with your hand over your heart. As you breathe, repeat: 'Others have felt this too.' Let that truth crack the illusion of separation.
Write a letter to someone who might feel like you do — even if you don’t send it. Let them know they aren’t alone. Then read it back to yourself.
Ravi D. “When I finally told a friend I wasn’t doing okay, they said, 'Me too.' I’d spent months thinking I was the only one. Turns out, we were both just scared to speak.”
You are not alone. Even in this.