Silent Ledgers

I will never ask for help. Not because I don’t need it, but because something in me refuses to reach out—pride, habit, fear, I’m not sure anymore. I will struggle quietly, bear the weight alone, let the storm pass without a word.

But I will remember. I will remember who noticed the cracks, who reached out even when I didn’t ask, who saw through the silence and offered anyway. I will remember the ones who said, You don’t have to do this alone. Even if I never took their hand, I carry their kindness with me.
Because sometimes, it’s not about being saved. Sometimes, it’s just about knowing that someone would have.