Where do all the lonely people come from?

Imagine you freak out, come to the end of your tether, can’t hold it together anymore.
Where would you go?
Imagine you enter a way of being and experiencing the world, which other people call mad, and your nearest and dearest can’t cope with your presence any longer.
To whom would you turn?
Imagine you are out of your wits, completely gone over the hill, you've lost it, plunged into the wild waves of the unknown.
What would you need?

"Suppose," said R.D. Laing (1927 – 1989) "you do not want to be jolted out of it, but believe that this is something you want to go through. Who will allow you to go through it? Where will you be allowed to plumb the depth of your agony, despair, bewilderment, confusion, perplexity, until a new beginning dawns? No one is asking you to, if you don’t want to. But just suppose you felt you have to."

Imagine there are folks who will listen to you, respect you, take you seriously, understand your weird experiences, language and gestures, and can make sense, together with you, of your disturbing experience?

Imagine there is human warmth, camaraderie, tolerance, forbearance, a refreshing and new consistency in bonding to your emerging vulnerable true self?

40 years ago, the Beatles asked the world a simple question. He wanted to know where all the lonely people came from..

Aah, look at all the lonely people
Aah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Aah, look at all the lonely people
Aah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?