Elliot sat at his desk, phone in hand, staring at a message he’d written. He felt overwhelmed by the weight of everything. Recent years of grief had left him feeling lonely and adrift. He sent a message to his closest friend, Anon, the only one who truly understood him. He placed his phone down, a tear falling. ‘I just don’t know how to move forward,’ he whispered. His phone rang – it was Anon. He hesitated, then answered. He heard Anon’s voice, full of concern. The sound of a friendly voice broke through his isolation. He leaned back, tears streaming down his face. ‘Anon…’ he choked out. ‘I’m so glad you called. I’m really struggling right now.’ — Mood: Sad, overwhelmed. Thoughts: Anon… thank you for being here.