When I was nineteen I forced myself to sleep alone in the woods, far from civilization, once a month for a few years (weather permitting). Then, one early morning, as I lay there wrestling with my fear it dawned on me... "I'm afraid of being alone." It was that simple. I got up, packed my bag and never slept alone in the woods again. Twenty two years later, after several relationships and heart break, as I lay in bed wrestling with the dark I realized, "I'm afraid of being alone". I can't just pack up my sleeping bag this time. But the same compassion finally overtook me and I turned with loving kindness to the woman and said simply, "I know".