Being alone is something we all feel from time to time.
For me it has become something I feel 24/7 as I am alone. Literally in my space. I now live alone and as all know I don’t have a significant other.
I can be in a room of people (though to be fair I won’t be) and despite the bodies and chatters I feel incredibly on my own these days.
Is it being alone or loneliness? That’s a tough one to answer if I’m honest. I’m the sort of person who loves my own space. It’s very important to me to have me time. Though on the flip side I have always been a sociable person. Always loved visiting people, having friends over, and cooking meals for my kids. Popping out with friends and enjoying the world. At least once a year seeing my good friend who moved to france.
Thing is life changes and we have to accept that it does and our children grow and make their lives. Friends get married and move away. Someone said to me earlier it’s empty nest syndrome.
I don’t know. Maybe it is. Easter weekend was always something to me. Not because of its religious significance etc. It meant family coming together for a meal and usually I would cook. I loved that.
Since covid that stopped. My brother and his family moved back to Australia and my children are adults living their own family lives now. I’m just at a loss.
This is my first Easter on my own. Literally no one to see and it’s suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks.
In 2013 I went to a clairvoyant. She said something quite provocative to me. That I was an island. I am my own island surrounded by continents. I’d always be that way and it was how I managed that which would form my life. Well I hate gardening ….
Halter top and cropped pants from Coco
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TO1220 hair from WINGS
Eline skin in beige AMARA
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