My non-TMI loneliest moment was when I first moved to England. My ATM card stopped working as soon as I got off the plane. My bank at the time only existed in Northern Ireland so I couldn't get any money, and the phonelines were closed as it was a weekend (not that I had a mobile phone anyway.) I couldn't think of any way to get to my University accommodation without money since I hadn't prebooked my tickets and had never been to the area before.

When I started looking for spare change on the ground so I could try to find a phone box, it occurred to me that even if I had the money and access to a phone that I didn't have anyone to call to help me (parents dead, uncle had told me not long before my flight never to darken his door again and would have hung up on me if I'd called his house, which cut off my only line to my brother, the only person who would have been inclined to help out in any significant way.)

In the end some wee middle aged woman saw me crying and gave me money to get where I needed to go, but it made me feel like I was almost completely alone in the world.