It was a terrible time when I’ve lost the will to live. It was over a decade ago now, and yet the memory is still fresh. I felt I’d lost everything. I felt I’d lost my very own family. Until I realized I never really had a family. It was a child’s fantasy. My family was always dysfunctional and broken. It was a carefully upheld facade, and I have glimpsed the truth behind it. After that, it took me many years to accept it. And on my journey of acceptance, I felt very alone. It wasn’t until I started sharing my story publicly and that many people started telling me, “Me too. Me too. Me too,” that I felt not alone anymore. I felt like a part of one huge family of all of us lonely abuse survivors, and that gave me power to continue talking. This is how it begins, THE END of your sense of loneliness, abandonment, and isolation. Once you share, you breech the silence. And you begin to heal. This is how it was for me. This is how it can be for you. So take the first step today. Share what loneliness is, what it feels like having it consume your mind and body.