I'm studying towards a Diploma in Counselling and since September 2020 it has been taught via zoom because of Covid-19. Through out the course I've heard stories of trauma, racism, sexism and how society can favour people that are cisgendered, male,'able'-bodied, young, white-bodied, that identify as heterosexual and people that come from a middle/upper-class background. I asked my tutor in a tutorial how do "we" do this and not lose faith in humanity, especially if the system can encourage and support these current experiences. We have to hold people in our sessions. How do we not lose faith in humanity, whilst doing that? He mentioned how I didn't ask him directly, that I looked down and he said, "by doing, this" and just looked at me. My eyes instantly welled up and I cried. This poem is about that experience and what I understood in the moment. I talk about when I've felt more connected to myself and others, how that happened and how that restores my faith in humanity. It is profound what connection and contact can do.