I always feel as if I am so different. A little misplaced. Like there is not another person going through a similar life as me. Growing up I often felt this way too. My family is Brazilian so I dressed a certain way, ate ethnic foods and had a completely separate life away from what others saw at school. A life where we traveled to another country to see family. We spoke Portuguese. We saw an impoverished society. We danced until the sun would come up. Family barbecues on a Sunday lasted ten hours and consisted of no one that shared the same last name. I was different. I loved it but found it hard to relate to my friends. It was not a problem. Just an observation.
I especially feel that way now and sometimes it causes me to feel lonely, for just a second. Part of it is because I am a young mom of three. I also relocated to New York leaving friends and family behind. I am a health nut, in the most extreme of ways. Mostly, it is because I lost my infant to cancer. So, there are times that I need support and although I have great friends and family near and far, it seems as if they do not always understand because they have not gone through it.
That being said, my life may be very different than yours but you must feel the same way too. My struggles are not your struggles but I have come to realize that everyone has a story. We are on paths that never cross but they parallel. I see you, I walk next to you and I try to understand you, although I can never quite touch you. When I cannot understand, I just stand by you as you stand by me.
On my journey, I have found that I have separate support groups for each part of why I am me. This amazing and eclectic group makes me feel so loved. 99% of the time, I am completely fulfilled and NOT LONELY. That is my wealth. Great relationships!