Let me put on the mask. Let me smile when I want to cry. Let me blink enough that maybe you won’t notice the tears. Let me say everything is fine. Let me not share any real details about myself.

“How are you?” “Fine.”

We all do it. “Fine.” What about those times when we are not fine?

What about when we don’t necessarily have the words to say what we are? How do you explain that you’re just…

I have decades of experience of telling everyone that I’m fine. I’m tired of being “fine”. I’m not fine. I’m not exactly sure what I am right now…but I know it’s not fine.