I’ve never been a fan of Valentine’s Day. Don’t get me wrong—I love love. But let’s be real, Valentine’s Day can feel like a cruel reminder for those of us who are alone. This year, it hits even harder. It marks a significant anniversary of being single, a milestone I never wanted to acknowledge. The last time I was in any kind of relationship, I said goodbye to two people from my past, closing doors that, in hindsight, were never meant to stay open. Since then? Crickets. No real prospects, no whirlwind romances—just me, living my life, wondering if the horizon will ever brighten.
I’ve been alone for a long time. And while I’ve learned to accept my life as it is, that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the weight of it. Some people go through heartbreak, only to stumble into a great love not long after. Me? I go through heartbreak, and then I just… go through life. I have my son, and I am endlessly grateful for him. But I miss companionship. I miss dinners out with someone who looks at me like I’m magic. I miss hugging, kissing, and yes—all the good bits. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I won’t settle. I never have, and I never will.
I’ve never truly found that soul-deep, all-consuming kind of love—the kind where two people are equally obsessed with each other. I think I came close once, but we were young. Timing wasn’t on our side. Maybe it never is.
So, how do you get through the loneliness? You find ways to escape. You build connections where you can. I’ve gotten really good at distracting myself—finding new things to pour my energy into so I don’t spiral down the rabbit hole of Why am I still single? What’s wrong with me? Am I too much? Too little? Too fat? Too annoying? Why did he sleep with my friend? You know, those soul-crushing, 2 AM thoughts that leave you crying into your pillow, wishing someone would show up and prove you wrong.
I won’t lie—these past 14 years have been heavy. I’ve been through hell and back, and honestly, that would’ve been the perfect time to have someone by my side. But life doesn’t always work that way. And yet, despite it all, I still have hope. I still believe that maybe, just maybe, I’ll find my person. The one who gets me, challenges me, and makes all the waiting worth it. Until then, I’ll keep dreaming, holding out hope that my future love story isn’t just something I see on TV or in my imagination.
So, to everyone else feeling the sting of loneliness this Valentine’s Day—hang in there. Hold on to the hope. And if Mr. or Ms. Right never shows up, maybe we can create our own version of happily ever after. A toast to singleness. To independence. To refusing to settle for anything less than we deserve. Make sure to join the online community so we can keep in touch as we journey through this thing we call life!
Until next time, my fellow Valentine’s Day survivors—stay safe, keep surviving, and most of all, have fun celebrating the unique, unstoppable force that is you. ❤️
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