Before the WeightWe all carry something. Some of us can name it easily-a loss that won't let go, a dreamthat hasn't yet arrived, a hurt that refuses to heal. Others can't quitedefine it, but they feel it all the same: a heaviness in the chest, aslow exhaustion in the bones, a shadow that follows just out ofsight. Whatever form it takes, the weight shapes the way we walkthrough the world.
Before the WeightWe all carry something. Some of us can name it easily-a loss that won't let go, a dreamthat hasn't yet arrived, a hurt that refuses to heal. Others can't quitedefine it, but they feel it all the same: a heaviness in the chest, aslow exhaustion in the bones, a shadow that follows just out ofsight. Whatever form it takes, the weight shapes the way we walkthrough the world.