
Joy came from the sorrow of my childhood longing and loneliness.
When I withdrew into private worlds of drawing and reading out of loneliness,
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.
A few years ago I struggled with a thought-life problem about someone from my past. I hunted details online and became preoccupied with a slew of “What if…” questions.