Joyce's story resonated with me due to similarities to my own life. In December 2003, at age 23, I lived with my then boyfriend. By 26, I was single and living alone in a bedsit. Although I began a new relationship at 31, it did not last. Years later, celebrating my 38th birthday in Marrakech with a childhood friend, I never anticipated returning to the UK and watching that friendship, along with others, fade as I outgrew those going in different directions.
At 44, single again, with a small circle of friends, a new home and thriving in unexpected ways, I read Joyce Vincent's story and wondered, "Could this happen to me?". The answer is yes. It could happen to any of us... Despite numerous ways for people to stay in touch, many only reach out when they need something. How often do you check in on others just to see how they're doing, rather than out of necessity? We can become so absorbed in our own lives that we forget to check on those around us.
I think some people see me as a well-connected woman with plenty of social options, therefore assuming I’m always okay and don’t need anyone to check in. That mindset is why I, or anybody for that matter, could easily become a modern-day Joyce Vincent. I'm thankful for the close friends who do communicate with me regularly to make sure everything with me is okay, and vice-versa.
You cannot control whether someone loves you, or will love you on your terms. However, you can express your needs honestly. Even after those conversations, though, change can't be forced. Unfortunately, any of us—especially those who are alone—could pass away without anyone noticing, and that is a deeply sad reality.
Make it a priority to regularly and meaningfully connect with the people you truly care about. You can't give someone their "flowers" once they're gone! Equally, ensure you have boundaries in place to protect yourself from those who cause you harm without shutting out the ones with whom you have a beautiful connection and bond.