Yesterday was December 3rd. When I woke up in the morning, there was nothing inside me. No excitement, no heaviness, no meaning… As if life had switched itself to “empty” for the day. I was carrying myself like a guest in my own day. “I won’t get a story out of today,” I thought. “This day isn’t even worth writing about.” Then suddenly, a friend came by. The conversation started with something as simple as the weather. And then, out of nowhere, a sentence fell from his mouth: “I cheated on my spouse.” In an instant, the emptiness of the day cracked open. An ordinary afternoon opened a door into one of the darkest corners of human nature. At first, I felt sadness not for him, but for the deep, invisible wounds people open inside themselves… For the collapse of trust, the exhaustion of love, for those shadowy places a person cannot explain even to  ...