“We think it is the aloneness we fear, but I believe what we actually fear is not having a home within ourselves. For so long, I did not trust my own landscape. I had believed the stories I learned about it, and I had taken every chance to avoid living there and learning her. Sobriety forced a closeness to myself and to life that was at first excruciating. It burned, and it burned, and it burned. But in the ashes from burning all the things I was not, I found her. I found me. And then I could finally be found by others.” SelfLonelinessBeing Found Book:We Are the Luckiest: The Surprising Magic of a Sober Life Source: We Are the Luckiest: The Surprising Magic of a Sober Life