When people ask how we’re doing, I lie.

I say, “We’re doing well.” “OK.” “Good.” “Fine.”

We’re not doing OK.

You see, this hurts. I’ve spent a lot of energy acting like it doesn’t… Pretending to be strong.

I’m tired of pretending. Or perhaps too tired to pretend.

[I found this unfinished post in my drafts. I'm publishing it on Feb 29, 2008]