Joy came from the sorrow of my childhood longing and loneliness.
When I withdrew into private worlds of drawing and reading out of loneliness,
O Lord, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O Lord. You … Read more
Joy came from the sorrow of my childhood longing and loneliness.
When I withdrew into private worlds of drawing and reading out of loneliness,
The longing that never left me as a child was triggered by loneliness, which I wrote about in my previous post. I had a void inside, and most often, I chose to fill it with food.
“A vast, unsoothable sense of loneliness”1 was my unwelcome companion for many years after my parents’ divorce. A deep sense of longing accompanied the loneliness, which I called “the wanting” when I was a child.