Life feels different when you know there is at least one person you can call at three in the morning.
Not because you plan to, but because the option exists.
Support is not fixing people.
It is not having the right advice every time.
It is being a reliable piece of ground in someone else’s inner map.
The old pattern is to disappear when things get messy.
To wait until you have more time, more energy, more perfect words.
Real support is often simple and unpolished.
A text that says, I am here if you need me.
Sitting with someone while they tell the same story again.
Checking in after the crisis when everyone else has moved on.
Our nervous systems feel this.
Being consistently met and believed in can change the way a body carries stress.
It is like sharing part of the weight of the field between you.
Love, here, is choosing to be someone’s safe contact point, even in small ways.