I’ve found it easy to carve out the line between the person I want others to imagine I am and the shitstorm that’s brewing beneath the surface. It’s become second nature to convince people of what they want to hear: Yes, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal. I’m over it.
How am I still here? Let me count the ways.
Paige Leskin
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Sounds like an exhausting and altogether unsatisfying way to relate to others.