I sat at a table alone in a restaurant today.
I wish that statement came from a place of empowerment. But it didn’t. It was the loneliest thing I’ve ever done.
It was meant to be a moment to breathe. A moment to slow down and do something normal like eating a meal.
I was so aware that I was alone, trying to pass the time before hospital visiting hours began. Time passed so slowly. And while I was meant to relax, I couldn’t help but feel the world around me overcrowd my sense of reality.
I know for a fact that I am not alone. I have incredible people in my life who I adore and who support me.
But sometimes, I lose sight of that in myself, and the emptiness settles in my chest like a physical weight – each bite of food a reminder of conversations not happening and laughter not shared.
