I have seen people romanticizing “touch”—the warmth and comfort it provides, the consolation it offers, the sense of trust and belonging it gives. But what about the people who can’t feel the touch, even when they *can* touch and *others can* touch them? Have you ever thought about those people—the agony they are in, the frustration they experience when they should feel comfort, the contradictory emotions they endure in a fraction of a second? Those are the ones who drown in silence, the ones trapped in the knots woven by their own emotions.
