I’m 51 years old. And I’m noticing more and more often how solitude transforms a person from the inside out. I talk to myself, I avoid communicating, especially with men. Even at work, I try to avoid having any contact with them. I used to laugh at compliments, but now I blush and I don’t know what to do. Sometimes, I feel like I’m learning to live again, but this time in silence.
What happens when a woman is alone for a long time?
1. Priorities change.
At first, it was family: the children, my wife, the house. Now, for the first time, I’m thinking about myself. I buy myself books, clothes, I allow myself rest. And yet, sometimes, a feeling of guilt gnaws at me, as if a little voice inside whispers: “You’re selfish.” But in reality, it’s not selfishness, it’s taking care of yourself.
