Today, I’m not here as a host. I’m here as someone who survived the things I couldn’t explain. I’m here for the girl who never had the words—just silence and stares. For the boy who jokes too much because pain is loud when it’s quiet.

Mental health is not vibes. It’s waking up and carrying weight no one sees. It’s smiling through trauma. It’s battling demons in daylight and showing up like nothing’s wrong.

And you know what? It’s okay to be tired. It’s okay to say, “I’m not okay.” It’s not weak. It’s not attention-seeking. It’s human.

As your host, I hold space. Not for perfection—but for presence. Not for answers—but for honesty.

So today, take off the mask. Breathe. Cry. Speak. Or just sit. You’re safe here. You’re seen. You matter.