While tidying up my office today, I found an old notebook tucked deep in a drawer—it was from the year I first opened my clinic. I opened it to the first page, and it read: 'I will be here, listening to every broken story.' I was twenty-seven then, having just lost the person I loved most, yet dreaming of saving the whole world. Looking back now, I realize we're all healing ourselves in our own ways. What about you? Have you saved a little gentleness for yourself today?