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An anonymous entry
July 17, 2026 · 1 min
The first time I said out loud that I wasn't okay, I said it to a stranger in a coffee shop. She was reading a book I liked. I don't know why it came out.
She didn't flinch. She just closed her book and said, "I'm really sorry. That sounds hard."
A few words. Sometimes it isn't the person you expect. Sometimes it's a stranger with a good book and a kind face.
Acknowledge — one at a time, silently
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