My Story: A Journey of Loneliness
"Since childhood, I have always felt incredibly alone. From 1st to 12th grade, I had no friends in class and no support from my parents. I used to eat my lunch all alone at school; no one ever joined me. Even my seating arrangement reflected my isolation. From 1st to 5th grade, the teachers would assign seat partners, so I had someone next to me, but from 6th grade onwards, no one chose to sit with me. This continued until the 12th grade. I was a complete loner, a very introvert girl.
In 11th grade, I fell into depression. One girl told me she would sit with me, but a month later, she left. That triggered a panic attack and made my loneliness even worse. I spent a month and a half in deep depression and even reached a point where I was going to attempt suicide. Because of this, I failed 11th grade, and since I had to repeat the year, I decided to leave school altogether. Two years later, the person I loved also left me, and now I am alone again.
I also carry a heavy secret from 8th grade. During a games period, I was sitting on a side bench doing schoolwork in a secluded spot. Four boys from the 11th grade approached me. They asked for my name, and I told them 'Nancy' (my real name). Then, one grabbed my hand while another covered my mouth. One put his hand on my waist and tried to pull me close. I was crying and struggling desperately. Luckily, a teacher appeared, and they ran away. I went back to class quietly, but the next day, they threatened me, saying if I told anyone, I wouldn't survive. Out of fear, I never told my parents or teachers. I am only sharing this here because I see you all as my friends. Everyone talks about how great school life is, but mine was terrible. I hate my school life and never want to go back to those days."
Last updated on:2026-02-19T21:38:03+05:30
Comments (7)
you say you’re alone again now… is it more the breakup that’s hurting, or is it that old school loneliness getting triggered all over again?
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when loneliness starts that young, it kind of wires you to expect abandonment. so when someone leaves, it feels like proof that you’re “meant” to be alone.
i was that kid too. eating alone. pretending i didn’t care. and when someone finally chose me and then left, it BROKE something in me the loneliness hits different when it starts in childhood. and what those boys did… that’s not small. i had something happen to me too and i stayed quiet out of fear. the silence feels heavy for years. you’re not dramatic for still carrying it. it makes sense
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Nancy,
I want you to know right away: You are not alone. I see you, I hear you, and I am holding space for everything you’ve shared. It takes immense courage to speak the truth about those dark years, and I am so grateful you felt safe enough to share your story with us.
I truly understand that heavy cloud of isolation. I also fell into a deep depression in high school. I felt completely alone, coming home every day just to sleep for hours to escape the world. I had a nervous breakdown the summer before 12th grade, and another right before graduation. It was so hard and embarrassing trying to hide the fact that I disappeared to a psychiatric ward for a month, where I was eventually diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
I’m telling you this because I want you to know that there is no shame in your struggle. You are worthy of love and acceptance exactly as you are.
My heart breaks for what you went through in the 8th grade. To carry that trauma in silence for so long, while being threatened and ignored, is a burden no one should ever have to bear. I am so sorry you didn't have the protection or support you deserved from your parents or your school. Please know that what happened was not your fault.
I have also walked through the fire of abusive relationships, and I want to share a few things that helped me find my way back to myself:
Trauma Counseling & EMDR: I went to a women’s center for free counseling. EMDR therapy, in particular, was a turning point for my healing.
Understanding Family Dynamics: The audiobook Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents by Lindsay Gibson helped me process the times my parents weren't there for me. It gave me the tools to heal from that specific pain.
Structured Healing: I took an online course by Amen University called Overcoming Anxiety, Depression, Trauma, and Grief, which gave me practical steps to move forward.
Healing isn't a straight line—it’s often one step forward and two steps back—but I promise you, it is possible. You have survived so much already, and that strength is still inside you.
Anyone would be incredibly lucky to call you a friend, Nancy. We are all here to love and support you. If you ever need someone to talk to, I am just a message away.
With so much love and support,
Devon♥️
thank you so much dude🥺♥️ how can I contact u