It has been said that writing is lonely work, and I won’t argue this point. A writer sits alone at a desk and must draw out words from the creative recesses of their mind and put them into a beautiful order on the page.
No one can do the work for the writer.
There is a legitimacy to this ache of loneliness. We were made for relationships, and loneliness can be a symptom that something about those relationships is broken. It can also be a symptom that we are placing our expectations for fulfillment in people and not in our heavenly Father.
