I was expecting some wisdom, at least some insight or sympathy from the article, supposed to be written by 80 year old.
All I now feel is pity for her; early in her essay she snobs on "people feeling lonely around loving families" - comparing them to orphans that know true loneliness (and by the tone, she too). Then just a paragraph or two later she reveals she had a family; husband, kids and grandchildren. A couple of paragraphs later she also reveals she have "friends closeby she can visit weekly".
I feel pity because she seems to be so self absorbed (diva) in her loneliness; her suffering is special, gives her insight, don't you dare to understand it. her description of her behavior eery reminds me of my friend who self claim "the most introvert person" and love for solitude while it's clear that she longs for human contact behind the mask of "comfortable with solitude"; if you dare question her introvert identity you can except fierce resistance, almost like if you attacked some radicals political/religious belief.
And after painfully getting to the end of it, she rabble about statistic she obviously haven't read carefully enough (her take on the increase in suicide in Japan due Covid is embarrassingly off and irrelevant to the point she was trying to make)
And to no ones surprise, the solution is again "authority should do *something*".
Frankly, from the picture she have painted of the lonely man that pride himself of his solitude (and suffering), her vague call for the authority to do something seems shallow and hollow