Crippling Loneliness Novels & Stories

Depression. It’s a word that everybody knows, yet people rarely discuss it. The word depression is like leprosy. If you don’t have it, you have no idea what it feels like to be in that deep, dark hole. The best part of that deep, dark hole is the loneliness. You might find it odd that I say ‘the best part’ but it happens to be true. The loneliness is an escape in itself and that’s what makes it so dangerous. Getting yourself out of that hole is one of the hardest things you’ll probably ever have to do in your lifetime. It’s worse than losing a loved one. Yes, it is. You might wake up and feel fine, nothing happens and suddenly you’re there.

I could already feel the hollow ache of loneliness creeping in, a familiar companion that wrapped around me like a blanket. I took a step back, retreating from the memories that threatened to engulf me. “I need to be strong,” I told myself, but the words felt like a lie. Strength seemed elusive, a fleeting concept that slipped through my fingers every time I tried to grasp it. I wanted to honor Lira’s memory, and her belief in me, but it was hard to carry that weight when I felt so utterly alone.

She looked just like her. She left. I didn’t know where she'd go. Who is she? And why was she looking at me too? Something in her, something I couldn’t define, something unknown connected me to her. When our eyes met in my dreams and in the present, we both had that something in our eyes, loneliness. We are both lonely. Loneliest Person I Know Splender "You wanna feel/you're never walking You see your feet/from off the ground And when you leave/there's no one talking

Loneliness has wrapped its cold arms around me, encasing me in a shroud of desolation. No longer do the comforting smiles of friends and family warm my heart; their belief in my sanity seems to have eroded like the sands beneath a crashing wave. I find myself lost in a sea of doubt, desperately clutching at the fragile tendrils of hope that refuse to leave me.

There were many things he could not do when he lived as a cripple. But novelty would die as time passed, the boy realized then what the true meaning of loneliness was. He was gloomy and sorrowful when he was alive due to his disability and being isolated from society. And this time, he could not talk to anyone. He was being ignored by everyone. It was a solitary feeling that could cause one to be insane. The lack of visitors added to his loneliness. And what's more pathetic was the true faces of those people were completely exposed to him. He gradually learned some things that were hidden from him. Such as the person behind his poisoning and some related matters that were suspicious.

Lippy got sentimental anyway. He remembered when there had been another saloon, one that kept five Mexican whores. He had gone there often and had great fun in the days before he got the wound in his belly. He had never forgotten the merry whores—they were always sitting on his lap. One of them, a girl named Maria, would sleep with him merely because she liked the way he played the piano. Those had been the years. At the thought of them his eyes teared up, making his last look at Lonesome Dove a watery one. The dusty street wavered in his vision as if under a heavy rain. Augustus happened to notice that Lippy was crying, tears running down both sides of his nose into the floppy pocket of hi

Even if it is lonely for me, it is better for the World not to know. With my lips quivering I delete the message and throw my phone on the bed. I let myself fall back on the pillow. Finally the bubble I have stuffed all my feelings into burst and I sob out my fears and loneliness. "Soleil ?" I hear Gudruns voice call from the other side of the door. I don't answer, and soon I hear her steps disappear back into the living room. A new wave of loneliness wash over me and I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my sobbing.

Esme Lonely I feel completely and utterly lonely weeks with basic human interaction is starting to drive me insane working out does not help. I crave for a conversation, fresh air, sunlight, human touch I miss my mate family and friends. I haven’t seen sampson in two days although I dislike him he is the one that put me in this predicament yet he is the only form of human interaction even if briefly and the fact I do not want to be in his presence it is still a form of human interaction. Perhaps this was part of his plan to strip me of human interaction and intimacy in the hopes I will fall straight into his arms for what it is I crave for. I can’t think like this I will not let him win I de

The lack of space becomes suffocating, as if the walls are closing in on me, trapping me in this suffocating solitude. Overwhelmed by a wave of emotions, I collapse onto the bed, my body sinking into the worn-out mattress. Tears stream down my face, each droplet a testament to the pain and loneliness that consumes me. In this moment of vulnerability, I am confronted with the weight of my orphaned status, a burden that feels unbearable. The room, once a mere physical space, now becomes a reflection of my inner turmoil. Its cramped quarters mirror the constraints I feel in my own life, the limited opportunities and possibilities that lie ahead. It is a constant reminder of the absence of famil

My face was a sticky mess of tears and snort. The quiet settled with a heavy weight. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling dismally. The loneliness. This was it. I was all alone now.