We start to believe that we are our roles, titles and labels, like teacher or employee, writer or runner, parent or sister, wife or single. We start to believe that they somehow encompass our worth and value, and without them we are nothing.
In my own practice, it has become clear to me that much of anxiety and depression is a result of loneliness and especially, human touch. The loss of this magnificent part of our being a human being, is that we may never know the inner part of our beautiful essence and authenticity.
Death will be that moment for some. The death of someone you have loved and shared life with. You are struck so deeply that your grief turns into physical pain, and separating makes you remove layer after layer, one painful rip at the time, with the ripping sound filling your brain.