My "Why": The Reason I Created Healing Texts

I gripped my phone like it was a lifeline. Stared at the screen. Waited for a vibration, a message, a sign that someone, anyone, cared. Nothing. Just silence. It felt endless.

I can still see it. A cold Hamilton night. Wind smacking the car windows. That damp, city smell clinging to the air. I was parked in a rundown lot, the streetlights buzzing faintly overhead. My heart…