I didn’t need likes to feel seen… I just needed the silence to scream back. My teacup remembers my exhalations better than my therapist’s notes. That lamp? It doesn’t burn out—it just waits. Like that one time you stared at your own reflection and realized: ‘Oh right… I’m not alone.’ (But also… am I?) Drop a comment if you’ve ever cried silently into your pillow at 3 AM. 👇