People think they
know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the
truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them,
when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all
you want to do is cry or. They don’t know what’s going on inside
your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This
isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they
say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone
feel better. Everybody but you.
