🟩 The Boy They Told Secrets To

Hi ,

You know, trust has always been a bit of a strange companion in my life.

Even as a kid, I found myself in these quiet little pockets of conversation where adults just… opened up.

There I was, this young kid, feeling the weight of other people's stories placed gently in my hands.

I didn’t fully understand it then, but I knew it mattered.

So I listened. I made eye contact.

I tried to be a good custodian of whatever trust they handed me.

Fast forward to my days as a medical student, stepping into the role of a physician, and that early lesson in trust became a kind of quiet superpower.

Patients I’d never met before would open up to me, and that trust wasn’t just a nice feeling. It genuinely helped them heal.

It was this incredible gift, and maybe even a kind of talent, that I could offer, a safe space where trust made everything a little bit better.

These days, I still feel that same weight and that same quiet sense of duty.

And while it can be a little awkward or even draining, it has shaped how I show up for others.

It’s never about saying “trust me.”

It’s about quietly being trustworthy.

Over time. In small, consistent ways.

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