Why do we struggle so much to feel connected to others? Even when others love us, it seems we struggle to let that love in and benefit from it as much as we could.
I’ve struggled with this myself, and am now focused on the idea due to my friend’s suicide. We all thought he knew we loved him. We thought he would come to us (as any of us would, in theory) if there was anything wrong, before doing something so final, so drastic, so damaging.
Maybe his loneliness wasn’t a factor. Maybe there was an entirely different situation that none of us knew about.
But I still wonder if this would have happened if he’d been able to let more love in.