One journey, gathered
It starts with one quiet morning.
The decision no one sees. Just you and the choice to begin.
Then you reach out, once.
One message into the dark. Someone who gets it answers.
And you find your people.
Rooms full of people who have been exactly where you are.
The hard days still come.
But you're not the one carrying them alone anymore.
One year. Then two.
The journey never really ends. It just stops being lonely.