One small act can make such a difference
Yesterday I felt so lonely. Today I feel so connected.
Nothing has changed in my life from one day to the next, as my migraine is equally horrific. But one thing did change: today I made an effort to reach out.
To my birthday-girl friend. To my Swiftie friend. To my spoonie friends. To my neurodivergent friend. To my writer friend. To my family.
I know the loneliness will hit again. But I hope when it does I’m reminded of this day and of the power of one text, one line.
Or only one short post to many, like this one.
You are not alone. So, if possible, do reach out to someone you feel safe with.
Sandra Postma
Posted on 21 October 2025 on Substack
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