I have been so lonely that I hid in booze to protect myself. Of corse it failed. I decided to tackle my loneliness by helping others who were worse off. So I did the soup kitchens, the charity stuff, the suicide help lines. I was still lonely but I understood it and in understanding came acceptance of reality. We are all lonely, we are because we do not share, so I share my life, my money, my time, my grief, my rage anger and despair.
Quite suddenly and with no reason I was no longer lonely. I was alone but not lonely, I had others who were, who needed love. That is something I have in abundance, because I had never given any away. I had an untapped reservoir. For some reason the more I give away, the more I receive.
I am no longer lonely, I have a world that is waiting for me everyday.
I'm not a nice person, I can never repay the hurt I have given out. But I'm a better person than I was. And I'm no longer lonely.