“This card was given to me at an awareness fair ten years ago,” she said. “I kept it in my wallet for nine of them. I never called the number. But just knowing it was there—a tiny purple lifeline in a sea of gray—it kept me from stepping off the curb on bad days. Awareness campaigns aren’t for the people on stage, Leo. They’re for the person in the back row who hasn’t said their name yet.”
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