I spent today alone.

And I survived.

I woke up at 1:00 pm today, sincerely confused and panicky because I had things to do at work. I stretched my arms in a movie like fashion, but unlike the movies, I looked in the mirror at a girl with messy hair and makeup still on from the day before due to late night Grey's Anatomy marathoning -- smudged from tears from the season 12 finale.

I walked to the bathroom and washed my face and got dressed. I grabbed my keys, locked the door to my apartment behind me and hurried to work with an empty stomach and a face without makeup.

I walked across campus -- it was dead and empty. I did not see a single person while I walked across. Arriving at work, I sat alone in a studio for three hours, listening to the voice tracks of other radio personalities at my job, dubbing them in for the next days shows.

Following a brief interaction with my boss and an exchange of several sentences with a coworker, I returned home. Saying hello to my roommate on the stairs as she left for the holiday weekend, I unlocked my apartment and walked in. The place was quiet and peaceful, and I proceeded to start making a bit of dinner. I turned on the first episode of the new season of Agents of Shield, and let the noise fill the room as I was captivated by the deliciousness of the oatmeal I made and the race to find the Inhumans in one of my favorite shows.

The episode ended, and I opened my new book: "Eat, Pray, Love" and a playlist on Spotify called "The Most Beautiful Songs In The World".

I read for a great while, and it was THEN that it dawned on me. I had spent the entire day alone. Other than a brief interaction, several sentences and a brief hello/goodbye, I had not seen or spoken to anyone.

For you, this may not seem like a big deal at all. Perhaps you have spent days alone at a time, or perhaps you crave days like these where you sit by yourself and work, watch, read, listen, write and contemplate.

Not me.

My life is loud, cacophonous and jubilant. I like to live my life as boldly as possible, never apologizing for talking to strangers, laughing too hard or loving too deeply. I love interaction. I love laughing at the top of my lungs with friends, going on random adventures singing and rapping along with Drake to my heart's content, driving a little faster than I maybe should with music blasting, asking questions in class, and constantly sharing my ideas.

That's just who I am.

Want to know why?

I'm terrified of being alone. I talk to strangers because I want everyone to be my friend. I laugh as hard as I can because being around others makes me inexpressibly happy. I love others deeply. I love interacting with others, learning what makes them tick, making them laugh and learning who they are. I love good conversation because it stimulates my love for being around people and my desire for intellectual connection. I love the feeling of freedom that comes with listening to music on full blast, driving and having fun with friends. I love to raise my hand and ask questions. I like my voice to be heard.

None of those things happened today, and it was okay. I survived. I faced my greatest fear without even knowing it, and overcame it.

Truth is, enough friends have left me so I know what being alone is like. I know what it is like to cry more than laugh. I know what it is like to have my heart broken: to be cheated on, to be emotionally destroyed. I know what it's like to have shallow interactions. I know what it's like to feel caged up and abandoned. I know what it is like to feel like I can't ask questions. I know what it's like to feel trapped. I know what it's like to feel like I don't have a voice .

Those are all things I associate with being alone. Not having friends, no boyfriend, no real conversations, no freedom, no questions and no voice.

But today, I was alone. I faced my greatest fear and found that none of those things happened either. Today was peaceful, productive and quiet. I worked, I watched a good show, I made good food, I read a good book, I am listening to good music and now I am writing.

Being alone is not a bad thing. It's all about how you look at it. I feel sorry for those of you who feel like you are alone simply because you have one day where no one is around. More than that, I know how you feel.

But the truth is, last night I got a call from Morgan asking how I was, last night I went out to Fast Eddy's with friend and we had great conversation, yesterday I spent two hours on the phone with my family, yesterday I watched Grey's Anatomy 'til three am with my roommate and I did not feel alone. Tomorrow, I will see my boyfriend and other friends and go on all kinds of adventures. Monday, I will work at a concert and meet tons of listeners of my radio station.

Alone days just happen sometimes. Embrace them. It doesn't mean you are any less loved or liked as I used to believe. They just happen.

I was alone today.

And I survived.

The scariest part? I kind of enjoyed it.