A Lonely Planet

Amy is a 25-year-old woman. She is 5 feet, 8 inches tall, she has pearly white teeth and thick blonde hair one can only dream of. Seeing her, no one can avoid staring at her. She is beautiful and in a wholesome way. A young beautiful woman.

I met Amy on the psychiatry floor. She is admitted there as she has lost all hopes and wants to kill herself. She has committed herself voluntarily as she is afraid of doing something erratic. I was asked to see her as she was complaining of headache and dizziness. Physical exam was completely normal, her vitals are stable. She is talking in full sentences, but not eye contact and is teary eyed.

Amy has devoted parents, siblings who visit her regularly. Her room is full of get well soon cards. She has fresh flowers in her room, she is wearing fresh clean clothes carefully picked from home instead of hospital-provided medical scrubs.

Amy still feels lonely. She has something deeper missing in her life. She finished her Bachelor’s in Journalism and has a meaningful job.

Why does Amy feel lonely? As she says, she needs a purpose, a definition, a role more meaningful than her current life. She has everything anyone can ask for,  but is that all there is to her life. We are born, we study, we work, we have kids, we get old and we die. To what end eventually? She doesn’t see any purpose behind doing what generations have been doing for ages. She says, this is a lonely planet, where there is not much more to achieve than live the same old mundane life.

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