I think the worst kind of loneliness is the kind that happens even when you're not alone. That's the kind I've been experiencing. I feel disconnected from other people, like no one really knows me or understands me. Like I have no friends. In truth, I have very few friends, and the ones I have are more like acquaintences. I've never been very good at making friends. The friends I've had the longest are two people on the internet who I've emailed with for years and never met.
Professor B. was my English Comp. instructor about ten years ago. I kept in touch with him via email all these years, through many twists and turns in life and in my mind. So he knows quite a bit about me, about the perceptual problems and about the fact I love poetry.
He suggested I check out Mary Oliver. And I love this poem, so I wanted to share it: