I’ve felt it — the ache of standing in a crowded room and still feeling alone. Surrounded by friends and family, yet my soul feels like it’s sitting in the corner, quietly weeping for something deeper. And I never quite knew how to name that emptiness… until I started waking up. No one talks about this part of the journey — the one where your spirit begins to stir long before the people around you understand what’s happening. When your inner world starts expanding but your outer world stays the same. It’s a strange, holy ache. A sacred kind of loneliness that makes you question everything — your relationships, your…