This is a post about loneliness and how it can cause depression.
When I was a teenager, I wanted to fit in.
But I was never asked to any of the parties.
At lunch time, the other girls would play games based on the television shows of the time, but I was not asked to join.
At swimming, the other girls would disappear into giggling groups, and I would swim up and down with no-one speaking to me.
Sound seemed to change at these times.
The sound of the water in my ears seemed so loud.
I wanted to fit in so badly, and my heart would sink when I saw that I sat alone in the new classroom.
Everyone had moved the desks so that they could form small islands.
I do feel that this led to my first experience of depression.
I could not manage the isolation.
Over the years I have learned to deal with isolation.
As I manage isolation, I am less likely to become depressed.
Not everyone receives invitations, and some young people spend a lot of time alone,and that is OK. Not everyone can be popular.
When I got older, I realised that being alone is not frightening any more.
That I quite enjoy my alone times.
If I had not had these experiences, I would never have learned photography.
Sometimes, being alone is an opportunity to learn new things.
Anyway, I have a fantastic friend who is perfect in every way.
(My cat made me write that).