Never give up. You are not alone — not even close. If you truly understood how much support surrounds you, you would never doubt. Not the world. Not life. Not yourself. If you could see how that feeling of loneliness — and what lies beneath it — both supports you and gives you the capacity to support others, you would feel deep gratitude for it. Your experience can save lives. I’ll return to that later. What we call “darkness” — or trauma — holds an immense potential for healing. Our wounds are not just pain; they are vaults of memory. Inside these vaults are countless compartments, each one requiring a specific code. Those codes are hidden within our wounds. A single wound can carry many combinations — many layers. And that’s okay. Because with every combination you unlock, you recover another fragment of memory. And every fragment carries a lesson. In truth, you’re not learning something new. You’re remembering who you are — more deeply, more clearly. You remember how remarkable you are. It’s as if you are born again, and your eyes begin to see life with the same intensity you once had as a child. Eyes that move forward with curiosity, guided by a sense of adventure. From this place — when we open a way of seeing that wants to learn, that wants to understand — not from theory or science, but from within, from lived experience — this is where the magic begins. Back to how your experience can save lives. How you can become a source of inspiration — even a hero — to those around you. Not because you intend to be, but because it becomes the natural consequence of your presence. As you unlock these compartments, your honesty expands. Toward yourself. And toward others. Sharing what you’ve been through becomes easier. More natural. And this is where the power lies — in the sharing. When we share what has been hardest, we discover how deeply others recognize themselves in it. Because no matter how different our stories appear, they often stem from the same kinds of wounds.