Alone, but Not Lonely: My Journey to Finding Strength Within

Hi, I’m Mittu.

Just one girl, living in a loud world — but often feeling silent inside.

People see me and think I’m quiet, maybe even shy. Some assume I’m weak because I often walk alone. But what they don’t know is that being alone has been my greatest teacher. It has shaped me, scarred me, and saved me.

Growing up, I always felt a little different. I wasn’t the one surrounded by a crowd of friends. I was the girl in the corner, listening more than speaking, observing the world with a heart that felt too much. Sometimes, I’d wonder if something was wrong with me why I didn’t "fit" like others seemed to.

But over time, I learned: being alone doesn’t mean being lonely. It means being present with yourself. And trust me, that's not always easy.

I’ve cried in silence, laughed at the sky, and whispered to the stars. I’ve had nights where my only friend was the ceiling fan spinning above my head. But in those moments, I discovered something magical  me.

I learned to enjoy my own company. I started doing things I love: writing, walking under trees, listening to music that makes my soul dance. I found strength in my solitude. I realized I don’t need to be surrounded to feel full.

Still, it isn’t always perfect. There are days when the world feels too big, and I feel too small. Days when I wish someone would just sit beside me and understand without needing words. But even in those moments, I remind myself: I have me. And that’s enough.

To anyone out there reading this  if you feel alone, I see you. I am you. And I promise, you're not broken. You're just becoming.

So this blog is my little space to share my journey  raw, real, and unfiltered. Maybe it will speak to someone the way I wish someone had spoken to me.

With love,

Mittu

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