The world feels unbearably heavy right now. Every day there’s another headline, another video, another story that makes your stomach drop and your chest tighten. It’s impossible not to feel it. I feel it. I carry it. It breaks my heart in ways I don’t even know how to put into words. But I also know how overwhelming it is to constantly absorb tragedy. How exhausting it is to live in a state of outrage and grief with no space to breathe. We were never meant to consume pain at the scale and speed that we do now. When I started this page, I made a promise to myself that this would be a safe space. A place where people could come when everything else felt like too much. A place that didn’t require you to brace yourself before opening it. A place that felt familiar and light. I care deeply about what’s happening. Silence here doesn’t mean I don’t. It doesn’t mean I’m disconnected or indifferent or looking away. It means I’m choosing a boundary… one that protects this space and the people who come here because they need a moment of relief from the heaviness of the world. I don’t believe compassion has to be performed to be real. I don’t believe caring only counts if it’s visible. People process grief, fear, and anger in different ways. Some speak loudly. Some act quietly. Some carry it privately. All of it is human. To those that come here for that, you’re my why. Thank you for seeing my heart. 🤍