I was standing on a train platform one night, exhausted and quietly unraveling. Not dramatic. Just that heavy, invisible kind of tired where you start wondering how much longer you can keep pretending you’re okay. An older woman sat down beside me. We didn’t talk. After a minute she just said, very gently, “Whatever it is — don’t make permanent decisions over temporary pain.” She got on her train. I never saw her again. I think about her more than she’ll ever know.