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Comfort in Solitude

Dealing with loneliness

By Ann Silvers Published 24 days ago 3 min read

Charissa sat quietly in her favorite armchair, gazing out the window at the rain gently falling on the overgrown garden. At 82 years old, she had grown accustomed to the solitude that filled her small cottage, but there were still days when the loneliness threatened to overwhelm her.

It had been three years since her husband, David, had passed away after a long battle with Parkinson's disease. For decades, they had been inseparable - traveling the world, entertaining friends, and cherishing every moment together. But now, the house felt eerily empty without his booming laugh or the sound of his favorite jazz records filling the air.

In the early days after David's death, Charissa had struggled to adjust to life on her own. She would find herself calling out to him, only to remember that he was no longer there. The silence was deafening, and she often felt paralyzed by the sheer weight of her grief.

However, over time, Charissa had learned to find comfort in the solitude. She relished the tranquility of her mornings, sipping strong tea and reading the newspaper from cover to cover. The afternoons were spent tending to her beloved garden, pruning the roses and coaxing new life from the soil. And in the evenings, she would curl up with a good book, losing herself in the lives of the characters on the page.

This routine, this gentle rhythm of her days, had become a lifeline for Charissa. It allowed her to process her emotions, to grieve in her own time and in her own way. No longer did she feel the need to put on a brave face for the sake of others. In the sanctuary of her home, she was free to be her authentic self - with all of her fears, her doubts, and her deep wells of sorrow.

Yet, Charissa knew that she could not remain in this self-imposed isolation forever. As the months passed, she began to feel the pull of the outside world, the desire to reconnect with the people and places she had once loved. Tentatively, she started to venture out, attending a local book club and joining a weekly knitting circle.

At first, it was difficult. The noise and the bustle of social interactions left her feeling overwhelmed and drained. She would come home, curl up in her chair, and savor the blessed silence. But gradually, Charissa began to find joy in these small interactions, to rediscover the pleasure of shared laughter and meaningful conversation.

One crisp autumn day, Charissa decided to take a walk through the nearby park. As she strolled along the winding paths, she couldn't help but marvel at the vibrant colors of the leaves, the crisp bite of the air, and the gentle hum of birdsong. For the first time in years, she felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over her.

It was in that moment that Charissa realized the true gift of her solitude. It had not been a prison, but a sanctuary - a place where she could heal and grow, at her own pace and in her own way. The loneliness she had once feared had become a source of strength, allowing her to confront her grief and emerge stronger for it.

As she made her way back home, Charissa knew that she would never again be the same person she had been before David's passing. But that was okay. She had found a way to embrace her new reality, to find joy and meaning in the simple pleasures of her daily life. And in doing so, she had discovered the true comfort of solitude.

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran24 days ago

    Hey, just wanna let you know that this is more suitable to be posted in the Fiction community 😊

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