Sometimes, the heart simply longs to hear: “You will be alright.”Not because it is true in the moment — but because the soul needs hope to breathe. There are wounds so deep that others cannot see them.Even those closest to us forget. They treat us as if nothing happened — as if we are still whole inside.But we know the truth. Inside, something broke. And the pieces no longer fit the way they once did. Losing a dream is a kind of death.The death of the “you” that believed, hoped, and fought.The death of plans and bright tomorrows that will never come. It is so easy to blame yourself.“I was…