A Doctor’s Silent Scream
I am not stone.
Beneath this white coat bleeds a heart that shatters in silence.
Countless midnights without sleep

Cold dinners forgotten
Birthdays that echo with emptiness—no arms, no laughter, no “happy birthday”
Today is one of those cruel days.
Alone. Invisible.
My soul is exhausted, my eyes burn with unshed tears
I don’t beg for gifts or praise.
Just… one gentle word.

One glance that sees the human breaking behind the healer
We save lives every day —
yet who will save us from becoming ghosts in our own story?
Some heroes don’t need applause.
We just need to be seen