I suffer from the chronic illness called loneliness.
Like arthritis, I wake some days symptom-free. Most days, however, it's slow going; but eventually, once I get moving, the aches and pains subside.
But some days, the pain is downright debilitating. Every movement, every word, every experience is a stabbing reminder of my alone-ness. The pain is unbearable, making me wish for a quick and easy end.
There is no cure. There are no emotional anti-inflmatories to take. I just have to ride out the waves of pain. But I anxiously, impatiently and hopefully wait for heaven, where there will be no more pain, no more tears, no more suffering.