The coming Christmas feels just as quiet. The lights shine outside, but inside my room everything feels empty. I sit alone, without voices, without conversations. There is only me and the thoughts that never really leave.
I have lived with loneliness for a long time. Days move slowly, sometimes feeling heavy. Watching others laugh with their families makes me wonder when it will be my turn to feel that warmth. But that question often has no answer.
Still, within this loneliness, I hold onto hope. A small, simple hope. That one day my life will change. That I won’t always feel alone. That I will find a place, or someone, that feels like home.
This coming Christmas, I am learning to accept myself as I am. Loneliness does not always mean defeat. Sometimes, it is a sign that I am still hoping. And as long as that hope exists, I believe my life is not over yet.
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