What would it feel like to escape the constant noise of the world? To step away from the buzzing of notifications? In a world where we’re often told that happiness comes from connection with others, we sometimes forget the beauty of spending time with ourselves. 

I used to always be surrounded by people—friends, family, or someone close to me to share my life with: my struggles, my joys, my everything. Sharing a problem with them didn’t always solve it, but their words of encouragement helped me realize I could face it. I felt happier when happiness was shared. 

We’d gather at a friend’s place every evening, I used to eagerly wait for that call: “Hey, let’s hang out.” Those late-night restaurant talks, where we spent more time chatting than eating, were some of the best moments. 

Life was good—until one day everything changed. My friends moved on, pursuing jobs or relocating to other cities, while I remained in the same place, with the same problems. The closest person to me left without even saying goodbye. It was at that moment I truly felt alone. 

Problems started piling up without anyone to share them with. My happiness slipped away, and life felt overwhelming. But I never blamed anyone—they were all following their own paths. Still, I was in need of someone to talk to. 

Then I realized: nothing would be the same again, and I had to do something about it. The very next day, I visited a park I hadn’t been to in a while. This time, I went alone, sat on a bench without my phone or any distractions. It felt good to see the leaves fall and listen to the birds sing. I allowed my thoughts to wander, and in that quiet, I found the space to reconnect with myself. 

In that solitude, I discovered tools within me to overcome my emotions and fears. I started to see life differently. Creative ideas flowed, and I felt less stressed and more at peace. 

So, to the friend reading this, I want you to know that I found myself in my solitude. I am good, and I am well. I hope you are finding peace in your own life, too.