Some messages are not just read...
They are felt.
They move through you.
They remind you why you are still here fighting, breathing, serving, shining.
Yesterday I received a message that shook me to my core.
I received these words from someone who found me when he was just a confused teenager, with no sex education, no guidance and no hope.
Someone who faced his diagnosis with no terror, no shame, no self-loathing... because before that moment, he had already found me.
