To everyone who has taken the time to read, like, or leave words on this story — please know this: your presence matters more than numbers ever could. Writing these genuine moments is not difficult because of reach; it’s difficult because each one reopens something tender and deeply rooted. Sharing them takes courage on nights when rest doesn’t always come easily.

When I read your words, something shifts. Something heals. I feel less alone with what I carry, and that is a gift beyond measure. Thank you for holding this story so gently, and for holding me in the process. I am deeply grateful — truly.