I Wasn’t Lonely — I Was Free

I used to confuse loneliness with being alone.

If I wasn’t being texted, called, praised, posted about… I’d spiral.
Surely something was wrong.
Surely I was being forgotten.
Surely I needed someone, anyone, to remind me I was still wanted.

But that was before I started listening to silence.
Before I stopped filling space with noise just to avoid the ache.
Before I realised solitude wasn’t a sentence — it was a portal.

It didn’t happen all at once.
It happened in moments.

The slow mornings where no one knew where I was.
The quiet evenings where the only voice I heard was my own.
The long walks where I didn’t share the photo or the thought or the breakthrough.

No one was watching.
No one was clapping.
No one was mirroring me back to myself.

And yet —
I felt more me than ever before.

That was the moment.
The moment I realised I wasn’t lonely.

I was f*cking free.

Because I didn’t need to be witnessed to feel seen.
Because I didn’t need constant connection to feel deeply held.
Because solitude stopped feeling like a punishment and started feeling like home.

OFH isn’t about proving your worth.
It’s about choosing your peace.

So if you’re in a quiet season right now —
If the world feels far away,
If the phone is silent,
If the spotlight has moved…

Let it.

This is your invitation to fall in love with your own company.

To make solitude sacred.
To let the stillness speak.
To know that being unseen doesn’t mean being unloved.

It might just mean…
you’re finally loving yourself without needing proof.

That’s not loneliness.
That’s liberation.

Love,
M x