Yesterday, I had a session with my therapist. We dug deep into my anger—unpacking where it comes from, why it lingers, and why it feels so heavy. I realized it’s not just anger. It’s disappointment. Disappointment in myself for screwing up my marriage, for hurting and losing Jenna. And the truth is—she’s someone I deeply respect and love, even now.

It hits me in the small moments. When I hear friends talk about going home to their spouses, sharing meals, catching up on their day—it stings. That used to be me. I used to have that. And now, I don’t. My mind tells me, Yeah, you messed up, but it’s over. You can’t rewind time. You just have to move forward. But that doesn’t make the emotions any easier to carry.

Sometimes, after a long day at work or a night out with friends, the reality of going home alone sinks in. The quiet is loud. The space feels empty. I remind myself that it’s okay to be alone—that learning to sit with solitude is part of growth. But some nights, I can’t help but wonder: Is this what the rest of my life will feel like? Will being alone still feel okay when I’m old, when I need someone by my side?

I know I have to face these uncomfortable truths, no matter how hard they feel. Life doesn’t always offer second chances, but it does offer lessons. And maybe, just maybe, learning to be with myself—truly with myself—is the lesson I need right now.

But I also want to ask you—have you ever felt this way? Have you ever looked at your life and wondered, How did I get here? or Can I learn to sit with this feeling instead of running from it?

How do you deal with loneliness? Do you believe being alone can be fulfilling, or does it always leave a space that aches to be filled?

Let’s talk about it. Because I think many of us are navigating this in our own way.