Someone asked me what I liked to do for fun, and I couldn’t answer. Not “I don’t have time.” I genuinely couldn’t remember. This is the story of how that happened — and the small, unglamorous thing that brought me back.

You want to help. But every sentence feels wrong, and the harder you try to fix it, the further away they seem. Here’s the truth: sadness doesn’t need to be fixed. It needs to be accompanied.

You don’t have to turn every feeling into a task. Some emotions aren’t problems to solve — they’re messages to receive, and company to keep.