Tsholofelo ❤️

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\n I don’t even know where to start, because I’ve never been good at explaining how heavy things get inside me 🥺 \n Most days I carry everything quietly. I smile, I say I’m okay, and I let the pain sit where no one can see it.\n

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\n Last Sunday was one of those days where everything felt like it was coming back all at once. \n The sadness, the fear, the feeling of being trapped inside my own head 😭 \n I didn’t ask for help. I didn’t expect anyone to notice.\n

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\n But you did.\n

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\n You looked at me and saw that something wasn’t right. \n You pulled me out of class. \n You asked me what was wrong. \n And for the first time in my life… someone actually cared about how I felt 🥺\n

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\n I need you to understand this part clearly: \n I have never had a person who stopped and asked if I was okay the way you did. \n Never had someone who saw through the “I’m fine” and stayed anyway 😭\n

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\n Even with everything you’ve been through, with all the pain you carry from your own life, you still chose kindness. \n You chose to listen. \n You chose to be there for me 🫂\n

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\n That moment changed something inside me. \n It reminded me that I’m not invisible. \n That my feelings matter. \n That maybe… I matter ❤️\n

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\n Thank you for being the first person who truly cared about how I feel. \n Thank you for seeing me when I felt completely lost. \n I will carry that with me for a very long time 🥺\n

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\n With all my gratitude ❤️ \n Fortunate\n

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