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I am not talking about the usual "I'm deleting Hinge for my mental health" fatigue. I mean the moment after that, when the actual impulse to look for someone just quietly flatlined. And instead of feeling lonely or bummed, it just felt like massive relief.

For me, it kind of happened in pieces. I booked a solo winter camping trip centered around Muay Thai training. No plus one, no hoping I'd meet someone there, just going because I wanted to. I found myself looking forward to a totally empty Saturday morning with the exact same excitement people get before a great date.

That was when it clicked. Dating just felt like a hobby I used to be into, but completely outgrew and have no desire to pick back up.

Was there a specific moment for you where it flipped from "I'm okay with being single for now" to "I genuinely never want to do this again"?

What was the most unglamorous, unsexy habit that actually helped you become a reliable partner to yourself?

Being my best friend was an incredibly messy process, honestly the most unattractive, grueling thing I have ever had to do in my life. Ending my marriage over two years ago actually saved my life and liberated me, but even after heavy therapy and working through my CPTSD, I still got caught in a toxic societal trap. I kept thinking my hard-earned secure attachment wasn't real unless I battle-tested it in a romantic relationship.

Society conditions us to believe attachment only counts when you are sharing a life with someone else. Heck, even standard attachment style quizzes and theories are heavily biased towards romantic relationships, making us feel like our security is only valid when measured against a partner. But the truth is that attachment is fundamentally about your relationship with yourself first. Proving that to myself wasn't a neat, aesthetic glow-up. On the contrary, it was a chaotic, grueling process that most women want to avoid, and stay stuck in toxic relationships, never knowing how their singledom can serve them.

Instead of looking for external validation, I had to completely shift my focus inward toward my daily physical reality. I had to learn how to pull my anxious mind out of the future and ground myself in the present. That meant forcing myself to sit in quiet moments watching the sunset or listening to the birds, and using The Artist's Way to take myself on intentional solo dates and write morning pages. I used to dread exercising, but I forced myself to start ridiculously small. For four months straight, I just dragged my ass to the gym to jog on a treadmill and did nothing else. I treated my body with curiosity instead of punishment, experimenting with when I worked out or finding the nutritional gaps in my diet.

Doing that unglamorous work every single day showed me that I do not need to throw myself into a relationship just to prove I am healed. Becoming a reliable partner to yourself is raw, exhausting, and messy, but feeling that genuine peace settle deep in my body today makes every ugly step worth it.

I am proud of my earned secure attachment, and no thanks to any relationship.

I recently had to step back from a close friendship. It was a boundary I communicated clearly, met with a long, point by point defense of every example I gave, followed by an apology that somehow still placed the landing on my interpretation rather than what was actually said. I responded once, calmly, and then noticed that I didn't miss her.

That got me thinking about a narrative I used to believe without questioning it: that being happily single is fine, as long as you have a thriving circle of close friends to fall back on. Like friendship is the backup requirement, the thing you're still supposed to need even if you've opted out of romance.

What I actually want, most days, is community. People to nod at during a class, a familiar face at a cafe, a group activity where connection happens in passing rather than through maintenance. Community doesn't ask much of you. We don't have a decade of history to protect, no obligation to perform closeness on days you don't feel it, and no risk of someone using the vulnerability you gave them against you later.

I also live abroad, which means my circle has never been static to begin with. People get married, people move countries, and the ones who have kids tend to quietly disappear from the picture entirely, not out of malice, just life. I used to treat that as a loss to grieve every time. Now I think it just proves my point that a close friendship can be exactly as fickle as any other kind of connection. It's not automatically more stable just because it doesn't have a romantic label on it.

The deep, "I'd call you at 2am" kind of friendship, is wonderful when it's mutual, clean, and organic. But it's also a relationship like any other, it takes labor, it can be unbalanced, and it can absolutely go sideways the same way a romantic one can. I think we let close friendship escape scrutiny because it's coded as inherently safe and good. I don't think that's true for me anymore.

So I'm sitting with the fact that maybe a full life doesn't require deep bonds in every category. Maybe it's okay to want romance loosely or not at all, close friendship loosely or not at all, and to build your actual foundation on community, self-trust, and the relationship you have with yourself instead.

I'm halfway through a book called Secure Love (relationship psychology, the kind that comes with actual homework), and I've had to put it down. Not because it's badly written. Because I finally understood something: the sheer amount of labor required to be partnered is enormous. Chapters of it. Exercises. Nightly check-ins. Tracking your partner's nervous system like it's a weather system you're personally responsible for.

And I kept thinking: if people put half this effort into their actual dreams, we'd be living in a very different world. Imagine reading a book about compromise for the same number of hours you spent, say, learning a skill, building the thing you actually want, becoming someone. I genuinely think the whole premise might be a scam (a well-intentioned one, still a scam).

Then the book got to the word "compromise," and something in me just short-circuited like Eartha Kitt. You know the interview, the one where someone asks her if she'd compromise for a man and she looks at them like they've asked her to explain gravity in reverse. Why would I do that?

That's where I landed too. Why am I compromising? For what? I spent years compromising by default, assuming it was just the toll you pay to be loved. Reading this book, single, on my own schedule, I realized I don't actually believe that anymore. So I closed the book and deleted it off my Kindle. There's no space in my life to labor over making something work with someone else while my relationship with myself is thriving in a way it never has before.

And here's the thing nobody puts in the relationship books: you can do the work. All of it. The check-ins, the nervous system tracking, the compromise…

And then, as my therapist once put it, bleakly but rightfully, they could just die. That's it. That's the risk you signed up for the whole time.

Anyone else hit a wall reading one of these relationship books and thought "wait, why is this the deal we all signed up for"?

Today I was walking around, and I got tired the way you do when you’ve been out solo all day and traveling. So I sat down at a café to rest and people watch, surrounded by families and couples out for their Sunday evening.

And I noticed something. Most of them weren’t talking to each other. Parents on their phones while their kids sat quietly next to them. Couples across the table from one another, both scrolling, neither one looking up. It wasn’t one table, it was most of them. And I sat there thinking, what’s actually the point of going out together if this is what it looks like once you get there.

It got me thinking about Sunday evenings specifically, and how I’ve never actually liked them until now. As a kid, my mom used to drag me shopping on Sundays and I hated it with my whole heart. Later, married, I hated them too, because my ex woke up earlier than me for the week ahead and I’d wake up with him, sleep deprived, on his schedule instead of mine. Looking back, Sunday evenings were never mine. They belonged to whoever I was living with at the time.

Now, sitting here with my tea and drafting this post, about to head to bed whenever I actually feel like it, no alarm to sync with, no one’s plans to fold myself into, I felt this wave of gratitude. Not for how things turned out, but for the choices that got me here. None of it was influenced by a partner, a child, or anyone else’s plans. It was all mine.

I don’t think being single means waiting for the “real” version of life to start. Watching those quiet, disconnected tables tonight, and realizing I finally have a Sunday evening that’s actually mine, reminded me that the thing people assume you’re missing out on isn’t always what it looks like from the outside.

Curious if anyone else has had a moment like this, some small scene or realization that just confirmed you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. What was yours?

While reading Single at Heart, I was made aware of something I had long suspected: the fact that most coupled people are actually more recluse and reserved than their single counterparts, and are less likely to be involved in community and to nurture their friendships.

When I was in my last marriage, I was as useless as a manual.

I do want to acknowledge that it is possible to be coupled and be very active and involved in community as a couple, but we know that's not the case for most couples. I personally was so miserable and wrapped up in my own misery that I missed out on opportunities to be a better neighbor, a better friend, and a better community member overall. I didn't even invest in my own career and professional development, let alone in my social life.

After getting divorced and doing a lot of work to untangle myself from the mess I voluntarily put myself in (aka a marriage with an incompatible partner), my schedule suddenly cleared up and I started having more time to myself and for others. I was becoming a better friend who listened to myfriends. I was a better colleague, even a delightful one who started playing pickleball with mycolleagues after work. I was a better educator who kept working on my own professional development and wanted to do better for my learners. I started online volunteering and now feel more alive by being present in others' lives.

I am wondering: what are some ways you feel more useful and involved in your community compared to your coupled friends, neighbors, or family members?

Following up on my last post here about whether singlehood becomes the default when people do the inner work: reading through the comments made me feel so alive, validated, and happy! I was deeply grateful for the incredible responses and thoughtful discussions. The strong resonance in that thread got me thinking even more about how we actually measure that shift in our day-to-day lives.

As someone who has worked hard to earn secure attachment, I’ve noticed a frustrating theme in a lot of relational advice. We’re constantly told that our security has to be "tested" inside romantic connections. The implication is that romantic intimacy is the ultimate proving ground, as if singledom is just a phase. But I’ve realized that earned security shows up just as powerfully in how we relate to the world, to solitude, and to low-stakes connections.

Lately, I've noticed a couple of distinct changes in how I actually act and react that proved I'm far more comfortable in my solitude and singledom than I thought.

The first is noticing I no longer crave one-on-one conversations the way I used to. I'm genuinely content with more ephemeral or transactional forms of connection, replying to someone's comment on a post, a weekly therapy session, engaging with an online community entirely on my own terms rather than needing sustained individual closeness. That shift, from needing depth with specific people to being satisfied by lighter, more contributive forms of connection, felt like real evidence rather than a coping mechanism.

The second was how I handled a recent small rejection. Someone I'd been talking to, in a context that had touched on some intimate topics, sent me a message backing off, citing a vague compatibility issue that honestly didn't hold up to much scrutiny. My first reaction was almost to laugh, it read as a fairly weak excuse, and also just a strange thing to end things over given we'd been enjoying a genuinely good, low-stakes connection either way. But what struck me afterward was that I didn't take it personally. I didn't spiral, doubt myself, or reread the whole interaction looking for what I did wrong. I just noted it, shrugged, and moved on with my sense of self fully intact.

Both of those moments showed me that I'm not just tolerating being single but I actually feel solid in it. My peace doesn't hinge on being chosen by any particular person, and my sense of connection doesn't require depth with any one individual to feel meaningful.

I'm especially curious to hear from others who have earned secure attachment later in life: What moments or shifts made this click for you? Was it a specific event, a subtle realization, a period of intentional solitude, or something else entirely that told you, "Oh, I'm actually fine, and this isn't just survival mode"?

The deeper I go into genuinely knowing myself, my needs, my boundaries, my old patterns, the less dependent I become on other people to feel okay. This applies to romantic partners, but honestly to friendships too.

I used to hold this subtle, unconscious belief that if I worked hard enough on myself, a healthy partner would eventually show up as the ultimate "reward" for healing. Now I realize the life and peace I’ve built is the reward.

It makes me look at modern dating differently. Mainstream culture pushes people to jump from relationship to relationship, usually just to avoid being alone or to subconsciously try to fix old trauma through someone new. I genuinely wonder how many people in relationships would actually choose them if they had done the heavy lifting to earn a secure attachment with themselves first.

Lately, I just find myself pulling away from insecure dynamics almost automatically. I get overwhelmed by the constant noise of messaging apps, even from well-meaning people. The closer I get to my own peace, the more protective I am of my time. It’s not coming from fear or bitterness, just extreme clarity on what actually adds to my life versus what drains it.

It really makes me wonder how many people would genuinely choose to stay single if they’d truly done the inner work, rather than treating it like a sad, temporary waiting room.

Curious if others here have experienced this same shift toward deep autonomy and peace the more secure you've become in yourself.

Hi everyone,

I’m a woman in my mid-30s and live in Malaysia, and this year I made a vow to do something completely outside of my comfort zone that I've never done before. As part of that personal and spiritual journey, I have booked a 1-month stay at a Muay Thai camp in Northern Thailand at the end of this year.

This will be my absolute first time training in any martial art. I have zero interest in sparring, and my goals are strictly focused on building self-confidence, mental clarity, conditioning, and embracing the spiritual side of pushing my own boundaries.

I’d love to ask this community a few questions:

1. Has anyone embarked on a similar journey?

Did trying Muay Thai as a beginner later in life have a transformative or positive impact on your mental health, confidence, or outlook? I’d love to hear your stories!

2. Should I prepare at a local gym first?

There is a Muay Thai gym near my house. Should I enroll there for the next few months to prepare for a month-long camp, or is it better to go to Thailand as a completely blank slate?

3. What should I prepare for?

For the women who have trained in Thailand camps, what are your best tips?

I'm incredibly excited but definitely feeling some nerves. Thank you all so much for any insight or encouragement you can give!

Hello potential friends,

I am a 35-year-old woman currently living a very calm, intentional life in a geographically isolated part of Malaysia. For nearly two decades, snail mail was one of the greatest joys of my life. However, since moving here, the logistical reality of letters getting lost or taking months to arrive has forced me to adapt. I’ve transitioned to email, but I am looking to bring the exact same depth, patience, and warmth of traditional letter-writing into the digital space.

Living in a quieter corner of the world has really taught me to appreciate the beauty of a fully grounded daily routine. My days are filled with simple pleasures that keep me rooted: studying, diving into essays, practicing Yoga Nidra and Yin Yoga, hiking, and enjoying a slow cup of coffee or tea while listening to the birds outside. I love art-house cinema, getting lost in experimental literature, and listening to anything from avant-garde jazz to post-punk.

Because I view penpalling as a true investment in a friendship, I am looking for individuals who also lead calm, grounded lives in their own corners of the world. I genuinely love connecting with others and learning from different perspectives. For me, this isn't a casual, short-term hobby. I am a deeply loyal friend. In fact, some of my previous penpals have become my absolute best friends over the years, and we’ve shared entire chapters of our lives together. Because of this, I’m really looking for people who value consistency and want to build a lasting connection without ghosting when life gets busy.

I don’t mind your gender or where you live, so long as we click. However, I am ideally looking for people who are around my own age or older, simply because it helps to be in relatively similar stages of life.

If you are looking for a loyal friend to exchange long, thoughtful pieces of your mind with—sharing the small pleasures, the things you're reading or learning, and the thoughts that surface in your daily life—I would love to hear from you.

Tell me a little bit about what keeps you grounded in your corner of the world, and let's see if we connect.

Hello potential friends,

I am a 35-year-old woman currently living a very calm, intentional life in a geographically isolated part of Malaysia. For nearly two decades, snail mail was one of the greatest joys of my life. However, since moving here, the logistical reality of letters getting lost or taking months to arrive has forced me to adapt. I’ve transitioned to email, but I am looking to bring the exact same depth, patience, and warmth of traditional letter-writing into the digital space.

Living in a quieter corner of the world has really taught me to appreciate the beauty of a fully grounded daily routine. My days are filled with simple pleasures that keep me rooted: studying, diving into essays, practicing Yoga Nidra and Yin Yoga, hiking, and enjoying a slow cup of coffee or tea while listening to the birds outside. I love art-house cinema, getting lost in experimental literature, and listening to anything from avant-garde jazz to post-punk.

Because I view penpalling as a true investment in a friendship, I am looking for individuals who also lead calm, grounded lives in their own corners of the world. I genuinely love connecting with others and learning from different perspectives. For me, this isn't a casual, short-term hobby. I am a deeply loyal friend. In fact, some of my previous penpals have become my absolute best friends over the years, and we’ve shared entire chapters of our lives together. Because of this, I’m really looking for people who value consistency and want to build a lasting connection without ghosting when life gets busy.

I don’t mind your gender or where you live, so long as we click. However, I am ideally looking for people who are around my own age or older, simply because it helps to be in relatively similar stages of life.

If you are looking for a loyal friend to exchange long, thoughtful pieces of your mind with—sharing the small pleasures, the things you're reading or learning, and the thoughts that surface in your daily life—I would love to hear from you.

Tell me a little bit about what keeps you grounded in your corner of the world, and let's see if we connect.

I’m in my mid-30s, and my life right now is genuinely the best it’s ever been. I’m doing meaningful work I love, I’ve built real financial and emotional stability, I’m pursuing further education, I travel, I create, I have a rich inner life and real friendships. Objectively, by almost every measure, I’m doing better now than I ever did while coupled.

I know this rationally. I can list the evidence easily. But every so often, something reminds me what a healthy partnership actually looks like, usually a friend’s long, quiet, kind marriage, and it stirs a real ache. Not desperation, not a sense that my life is lacking, just a genuine, clean longing for something I recognize as healthy and haven’t found yet.

What I’m actually asking is less about the ache itself and more about the gap between knowing single life is genuinely good and fully feeling it that way, in my body, not just in my head. I don’t want to treat being single as the consolation prize while I wait for something better. I want to actually embody it as the good thing it already is.

I also live somewhere fairly geographically isolated, which narrows my dating options further, and I’ve made peace with the fact that a lot of the rest may come down to timing and circumstance rather than anything I’m doing wrong.

I want to be clear, I’m not asking this from despair. I know life doesn’t owe anyone a partner, and I try to hold real gratitude for everything I already have. I’m genuinely curious how others who consider themselves happily single have made that shift, from knowing it intellectually to actually feeling it as truth, moment to moment, rather than as something you have to keep convincing yourself of.