“Nobody could ever understand. I'm all alone.”
There is so much danger in that sentence. I know, because I’ve uttered it, fully believing it to be true. In a way, it is true; nobody has the exact experiences, the precise same weights to bear, or the unique personal characteristics that I possess, so no other human being will ever completely understand each minute detail of my life and burdens. But in the broader sense in which it is generally stated, it is a grave untruth. Worse, it is a lie that leads to the treacherous path of isolation, self-indulgence, and bitterness.