Quote by Joan Gilbertson

Nobody told me how hard and lonely change is.

Nobody told me how hard and lonely change is.

Summary

This quote expresses the unexpected challenges and isolation one may encounter when going through a process of change. It reflects on the absence of forewarning or guidance about the difficulty and loneliness that accompany transformation. It suggests that the speaker's perception of change was initially naÃ¯ve or uninformed, and serves as a recognition of the unforeseen hardships that can arise when embracing change.

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Change

By Joan Gilbertson

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