You don't need a room full of people. You don't need fifty friends. You don't need everyone to understand you. Sometimes... you just need one. One person who doesn't laugh when you finally tell the truth. One person who doesn't interrupt because your story makes them uncomfortable. One person who stays after you've shown them the part of you you usually keep hidden. Maybe that's where it starts. Not with everybody. Just one person who makes being yourself feel safe again.
