I wanted one person to notice properly

Dear Delyara, Not a crowd. Not attention. Not a dramatic rescue. Just one person. One person who could hear the difference in my voice. See the way I was holding myself. Understand that “I’m tired” sometimes means “I am carrying more than I can currently explain.” That kind of being-seen feels rarer than I expected adulthood to be. Sometimes loneliness is simply the absence of accurate witness.