21/05/2025
Writing this breaks my heart.
A mother.
Three little boys.
A fire that ended it all.
And behind the flames… was pain.
A kind of pain we often dismiss. The kind you can’t always see. The kind that quietly kills — dreams, hope, even love.
We may never understand what led her to that moment.
But we must understand one thing: Depression is real.
It is not drama. It is not weakness. It is a silent scream begging to be heard.
This mother went to seek help — hours before the fire.
But maybe it was too late.
Or maybe, like so many others, she felt unheard… unseen… unsupported.
Let this be a wake-up call.
To listen.
To check in.
To reach out — even to the strongest people we know.
Because sometimes, strength hides suffering.
We must create a world where people no longer feel alone in their darkness.
Where asking for help is met with open arms, not judgment.
To the three innocent souls, may you rest peacefully.
To the mother, may your pain finally be gone.
And to everyone reading this — may we all be kinder. More present.
Because we never really know the battles someone is fighting behind their smile.
We don’t need more opinions. We need more compassion.
When we ignore mental pain, we risk losing lives — not just smiles.
