If you’re hurting. If you’re struggling.
I don’t know you personally, but I do care. If I was there with you, I’d build you a deep, soft, warm, safe nest from blankets and pillows and pleasant sensory things, and position it in a quiet room without sources of stress. I’d bundle you up in it and hold you and soothe you, and bring you tissues and a drink and snacks when you need them. And whatever you do to make yourself okay, I won’t judge you or tut or look at you with that concerned face people do. I’ll just tell you it’s okay and tuck that nest up a little cosier around you.
Since I can’t be there, please be good to yourself in my stead?