Belonging doesn’t come back all at once. It’s rebuilt slowly, gently, together—one kind moment at a time

And that’s the part that keeps coming back to me: so much sadness is not just personal; it’s relational. It lives between us as much as it lives inside us. It grows in the gaps—gaps in attention, gaps in time, gaps in care. When people don’t feel seen, they start to believe they don’t matter. When they don’t feel rooted, they start to drift. When they don’t feel safe, they start to harden. And…