This one didn't just sting. it opened an old door inside me. Not everyone was raised with safety in their corner. Not everyone has a mum who notices the silence, or siblings who feel the shift in your voice, or a family who asks, "How's your heart today?" Some people had to learn to rebuild themselves after breaking in rooms no one walked into. Some had to wipe their own face, steady their own shaking hands, and celebrate their small wins alone because no one ever stayed long enough to see them grow. So please-move gently. The person next to you might be tucking themselves into bed tonight feeling forgotten, unheard, and unchosen. someone who had to become their own home just to make it through.