Solitude.
That word holds some stigma.
Loneliness. Seclusion. Desert. Backwoods.
When I returned from rehab, I had not been alone alone for several months. I craved solitude. I craved space for my soul to breathe.
I used to despise solitude. I didn’t exactly know what to do when everything was quiet, and I could only hear my soul. Sometime during college, I learned the art of quieting my mind-being alone with God.
Now, people make me tired. I crave solitude. I need to be alone to let my brain rest. It takes a lot of brain energy to process what people are saying, to think about what to say next, and actually saying it.
Sometimes, it’s frustrating because I want to be around people, but my brain is not having it. It gets overwhelmed quite easily. Solitude allows me to be alone with myself-process what I’m going through.
At times, it is just me and Jesus, and I’m okay with that. He calms my fears and quiets my soul.
Fearless at Heart 