Early in my life I couldn’t stand to be alone. I still don’t understand it. Something I was going through I guess. Now that I think about it, it was probably because I lost my Dad at a young age, but still had a big family and someone was always there in some way.

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Being alone, to me, was the feeling of having nothing. I could have been fighting depression and that was a way to put it off and keep it away. I know though that when I didn’t have anyone it hurt so deeply that I had to do…



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Jo Ann Harris

Writing on Medium since 2018. Writer for Crow’s Feet, Family and Children, Illumination, About Me and others.I write about a myriad of subjects with you in mind