how joan didion helped me find myself in the quiet

I used to think loneliness was my enemy — something to run from, fix, or ignore. Then I read Joan Didion. Her words didn’t shout or demand attention. They whispered. Like a friend who’s been through the dark and knows the way out. Reading The Year of Magical Thinking was like sitting with someone who understood that grief isn’t just sadness. It’s confusion. Anger. Silence. And sometimes, the silence is the hardest part. Didion’s honesty taught me that feeling lost or broken doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’re human. I found myself in her sentences — pieces of my own silence put into words. Loneliness didn’t disappear, but it changed shape. It became a space where I could finally be honest with myself. That kind of quiet? It’s not empty. It’s full of possibility. #Entertainment #Books #LonelyReads #JoanDidion