Currently sipping on a warm cup of chamomile tea, feeling a sense of peace wash over me as I watch the rain outside. Life's simple pleasures.

It reminded me of something I buried—not to forget, but to survive.

I design with a global eye and a human heart.

You described a silence I’ve only ever felt in my bones.

You wrote what I didn’t know how to say.

What you left behind was more than support—it was depth.

Reading this reminded me I’m not alone in my ache.

This doesn’t ask anything of you. Just lets you look.

It reminded me of someone who once made me feel understood.

This line didn’t speak to the room—it spoke to the wound.

This caption didn’t ask for attention—it offered compassion.

You could walk through this and forget who you were