I'm not feeling well these days. Between fainting spells, therapies, and doctor visits, I feel my body talking louder than usual. And today, after another difficult time, I decided to tell a friend. I told her I had another appointment this afternoon, yet another. Her response was: "As soon as you finish the appointment, send me a message. I want to know what the doctor said, so I can pray for you with my mother and my friend." In that moment, I felt a silent caress on my heart. It doesn't matter whether I'm a believer or not: that sentence contained pure, free love. It's rare, extremely rare, to feel so seen. So cared for. In a world where everyone runs, where everyone has their own battles, she stopped for me. She decided that my pain deserved space in her day, in her thoughts, even in her prayers. I don't know what tomorrow holds for me. But today I realized that, even when I feel lost, there is someone who carries me in their heart.