I relate to you. A lot of people ask me how I am out of pity towards my situation (I lost my brother) and it’s sad that I have rehearsed a line to perfection. A line that makes people think I’m so resilient and strong and brave and blah blah blah. Because that’s what they always tell me after I finish my little theatrical play.
It’s hard to take the mask off even to my family who feel the same pain as I do, but I can’t bring myself to open up. So like always, I wear my mask and read my lines and pretend I’m peachy.