A Witness

I just received a deeply personal and vulnerable email from someone I don’t know in response to the quiz I shared today.

And I am feeling that ache of responsibility.

That awe of being trusted.

That quiet revelation that maybe my work isn’t about creativity or kindness or even presence—but about giving people a space to say the truest thing they’ve never said out loud.

It’s humbling. It’s overwhelming.

It’s what makes me realize I am here to witness an unfolding and to let people know they’re not alone.