The more I thought about it, the more I noticed this idea appearing in research and real life: the people you surround yourself with may be the most powerful factor in how long and how well you live.

There’s a type of loneliness that I don’t think enough people talk about honestly. Not the obvious kind where you're physically alone. I mean the deeper kind.

It’s not that resilience doesn’t matter. Of course it does, life sort of insists on it, whether you’re ready or not. But after a while, being told you’re 'so strong' starts to feel a bit hollow.