You do not have to understand someone to love them, but too many people decide they need an explanation before they offer kindness.

When judgment rises up in you, when it forms that quiet sentence in your head about who they are and why they are like this, stop and pray for them.

Then pray for your own heart, because maybe you have never had to survive what they are surviving.
Maybe you have never felt that kind of weight pressing down on your chest every single day.

Pills for the sadness, pills for the fear, pills for something that almost feels like peace but never quite lands, pills to sleep, pills to wake up, pills to undo the last round of pills, and still the pain sits there, unmoved.
The bottles change, the labels change, the cost keeps coming, and the hurt just learns how to hide better.

They call it healing, but healing does not look like a cycle you cannot escape, it does not look like something you have to keep paying into just to feel okay for a moment. Healing was never meant to come in prescriptions and fine print.

It was meant to be people who stay, people who listen, people who do not flinch when things get ugly.
It was meant to be love, real love, the kind that sits with you in the dark and does not ask you to explain why you are there.