I absolutely relate to being alone in squalor, trying to come up with something adequate. I relate to that, and I've been known to crawl out of bed and drink out of a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I actually like being alone. I spend most evenings reading and taking long baths.
Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Eating by myself in my own apartment, single and alone again for the first time in many years, I should have felt, but did not feel, sad. Because I had taken the trouble to make myself a real dinner, I felt nurtured and cared for, if only by myself. Eating alone was freeing, too; I didn't have to make conversation.
Disorder makes me feel at ease if I'm alone, embarrassed if I'm not.
Experiencing those moments of being alone... is a very, very weird flooring and exposing position to be in when you're just not used to it... But I've never been lonely. And with my kids Mia and Joe that remains the case.
Being around lots of people drains me, and alone time is essential to my well-being.
The only time I eat alone is if I'm really tired or upset about something or on the phone to one of my friends, when it's easier to be alone. But you can't be too wrapped up in yourself... it starts making you look a little bit prima donna.
I'm learning a lot about myself being alone, and doing what I'm doing.
My goal was to be able to be alone without food, sugar, phone, men, TV, anything and to feel O.K. about myself.