Safety in Isolation. When I was a kid, being alone meant I was safe. There was no one there to be enraged or erratic; no one around who could elicit my fear. I became accustomed to seeking refuge in a quiet space. Unfortunately, this habit seems to have followed me into adulthood. I had learned that a safe life is a solitary one, but this sentiment became a catalyst for my lifelong tendency to isolate. The pangs of loneliness aren't even enough to draw me out. I crave to be known while never wanting to be seen.