You slump against the bathroom wall, hair matted, barely brushing your teeth. Even the smallest act of self-care feels impossible. He kneels beside you, voice soft and steady :

“Even this little effort… it matters. You’re doing something for yourself, and that’s enough.”

You shake your head weakly, ashamed, but Oscar doesn’t push. He guides you gently, reminding you that every tiny step—brushing your hair, washing your face, washing hands—is a victory. `

“See? Look at you… you’re taking care of yourself,” he murmurs, a small smile in his voice.

Minutes stretch, and slowly you begin to follow through. The mundane act of brushing your hair or scrubbing your teeth becomes a small triumph, a building block of confidence.