The loneliness of being “fine” is that nobody checks deeper. You still reply. You still smile. You still do what needs to be done. So people assume you’re okay. But sometimes “I’m fine” just means, “I don’t know how to explain how tired I am without feeling like a burden.” And that kind of loneliness is quiet, because it hides behind functioning.

I am Rose, out of hundreds of roses, I hope I can be your only Rose and I promise I can help you feel better.