Teacup, my dear, thank you for reaching through the quiet to ask. I wish I could slip a lie into your hands and tell you I’m okay, but the truth refuses to soften itself tonight. Still, I know I’ll find my footing again… perhaps not in this moment, nor the next, but somewhere along the road where the days stop bruising. Until then, I hope your corner of the world is kinder than mine, and that you keep your health close! 🤎