REALITY CHECK: I HAVE NO ONE

 

📣 REALITY CHECK: I HAVE NO ONE.

Mental Health in Real Time – 15 Years and Counting

Let’s clear something up right now:

When I say I’m alone, I don’t mean it in some poetic, artistic, misunderstood-genius kinda way. I mean I am literally alone.

I don’t have a person I see every day.

I don’t have friends I hang out with.

I don’t have a partner to hold me at night.

The most human interaction I get is delivering food to strangers.

The only constant in my life is Ash, and she doesn’t live near me. I don’t get to hold her hand. I don’t get to smell her skin. I don’t get to feel her arms around me when I need it most. That’s touch starvation.

That’s what loneliness looks like when it sinks its teeth in and never lets go.

So if you’ve ever assumed I have some big support system?

If you think I’ve got a group chat full of buddies or a family showing up for me every day?

You’re wrong.

I have one friend who I saw two days in a row recently. That’s it.

That’s the most I’ve seen another person back-to-back in years.

My life is a broken loop:

Wake up. Work. Go home. Write. Sleep. Repeat.

Alone. Every single day.

And when I talk about that loneliness?

When I say it hurts?

When I talk about what it does to your brain, your soul, your sense of self?

Don’t you dare tell me I need to “learn self-love.”

Say that and you’ll get blocked so fast you’ll think time travel is real.

This isn’t self-help Instagram.

This isn’t a fucking Hallmark movie.

This is a mental health crisis in real time.

This is what it looks like when someone fights to stay alive in silence.

This page. This blog. This voice.

It has been carrying the weight of this truth for 15 years.

So if you’re still here, reading this?

Don’t scroll past it.

Witness it.

Feel it.

Because for some of us, visibility is the only love we get.

—Jake