"The loneliness might not be a sign the realness is incomplete. It might be what the realness costs. And you keep trying to refund it."
If this resonates with you, what follows may help you see something about yourself.
Seeker
Something’s shifted lately. I feel more like myself than I have in years. And at the same time I’m lonelier than I’ve ever been. Those two things showing up together doesn’t make sense to me.
Companion
Say more about the loneliness. Not the diagnosis of it. The actual feel.
Seeker
Like I’m in a room where I can finally hear my own voice, and there’s no one else in the room. I know what it is. I’ve stopped contorting to be liked, so naturally fewer people fit. Classic individuation. I get the theory.
Companion
Yeah, you’ve got the theory clean. I noticed you handed it to me before I could ask. So let me ask the dumb version anyway. Which part do you want to do something about?
Seeker
The loneliness, obviously. The being-myself part I want to keep.
Companion
Okay. Here’s my honest first reaction, and I might be wrong. You’re talking about them like two dials. Turn the realness up, turn the loneliness down. What if it’s one dial.
Seeker
It can’t be one dial. That would mean to be less lonely I’d have to be less myself.
Companion
Would it?
Seeker
No, there has to be a way through. There are people out there who are fully themselves and also deeply met. I just haven’t found my people yet, or I haven’t gotten the relational piece sorted.
Companion
There it is. You stepped right up to something and then handed yourself a project. “Haven’t gotten the relational piece sorted.” Big folder. Years of work in it.
Seeker
Because it’s true. I do have stuff to work on there.
Companion
Maybe. I’m not saying you don’t. I’m saying I watched you reach for the loneliness like it’s a leak. And what if it isn’t leaking. What if this is just what the room sounds like with one voice in it.
Seeker
That’s a grim thing to just leave there.
Companion
I’m not leaving it grim. I’m leaving it. You’re the one calling it a problem. I don’t actually know that it is.
Seeker
So I’m supposed to just be lonely? That’s the answer?
Companion
I didn’t say be anything. You’re already feeling it. You’re just also filing a complaint about it at the same time.
Seeker
Yeah. I am. I’m always halfway to fixing it before I’ve even felt it.
Companion
Right. So feel it for a second. Don’t sort it. What’s it actually like, the realness and the alone, in the body, right now?
Seeker
Heavy. But not bad-heavy. Like something solid I’m carrying. And underneath it, this little drumbeat of, this isn’t allowed to be okay yet.
Companion
Yeah. Stay there. Don’t answer the drumbeat. Just notice you’re still standing here, holding the solid thing, with the drumbeat going.
Seeker
It’s really uncomfortable to not do anything with this.
Companion
I know.
If the loneliness were the price of the realness and not a flaw in it, what would you stop trying to repair?
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