Sometimes, people share parts of their past that carry so much weight. It’s a reminder that everyone is holding something. All I can do is listen and offer space. Sometimes, that’s enough.
Others reached out with thoughts that felt like whispers: “I don’t want to live.” It’s a lot to share, especially with a stranger. But there’s a comfort in speaking to someone who’s just there to listen, no strings attached, no judgment. It’s a reminder of how much people long to be heard.
This is so meaningful.