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Bemyfriend, I very much like your writing style. Have you ever thought of penpals? I think that might be a gentle first step in building new friendships and a new life for yourself. Articulating your frustration and sadness in a letter to someone you have never met but consider a close friend is...

Mara - I can relate to most of that. Friendship is fragile. Sometimes you can make friendships in a particular environment like university or a workplace and then as soon as you leave that environment those friends fall by the wayside. I can certainly think of a few people I thought I was close...

UntrinqueParatus83, I am sorry to hear your sad story. I hardly dare think what it must have been like for you. In your post the sentence that stood out for me is The lonely feel I have isn’t that i am alone or have been alone for over two decades it’s a need to be alone I can’t shake. Now I...

MsAnonymous94. Okay, no sorrys. Practical advice only. You say you don't know what you want. Okay, ask yourself a series of questions. Do you enjoy the job you are in at the moment? You say you are career-minded. Is it a career you are passionately interested in? If so, great. That is a big...

Lostsoulx, I am sorry to hear about how lonely you feel. I understand it. Reading between the lines, I get the feeling that your friends are not meeting your need for friendship, far less intimacy. It is good that you are thankful for them though. Counting your blessings is, I have discovered...

Hi Tina, I appreciate what you say about the lockdown making you feel lonelier than ever. In my quiet moments I do too. Before the lockdown and being furloughed, I had sort of reconciled myself to being lonely and being alone for the rest of my life. I was once happily married with a good...

I certainly remember the feeling that a relationship seemed unimaginable and impossible. And it never seemed as if there was any advice that was any good or could work for me. It was hard not to conclude that I might just have to accept that I would be eternally awkward and unloveable and that I...

I noticed I was lying to myself when I kept a diary. I wanted to be totally honest with myself within its pages but I wasn't. The fear that somebody at some time might read it (even after my death) meant that I had to present a version of events that showed me in a good light and not as the...