In the depths of my despair, a small spark of resilience began to grow.

One day, as I lay numb and disconnected, a voice on the radio caught my attention. It was a show where people shared their personal struggles, offering a hotline for those in need. Desperate and broken, I picked up the phone and dialed.

A kind voice answered. After a few gentle questions, they asked me something simple yet profound:

“What have you eaten today?”

I hesitated before admitting, “Nothing. I’ve only been drinking water.”

There was no judgment, no lecture—just encouragement.

“Go and have a proper meal. Your body needs it, and you’ll feel better.”

That small act of kindness was the first step in my journey toward healing. Sometimes, the simplest gestures hold the greatest power.