It was so close. I was so close to bursting into tears and have a full panic attack.

All he did was ask “How are you? Honestly?”

Honestly? I’m at the end of my fucking rope. I am so depressed. I moved across the country for this stupid job and left all my family and friends behind. Everyone treats me like shit, my boss is constantly up my ass and I’m trapped in this tiny Northern rural town. It’s impossible to meet people here (let alone people who won’t cross the street when they see me because I’m a poc lesbian with piercings and tattoos). I’m so stressed and depressed I can barely eat even one meal a day. Im so tired and exhausted. My dog is the only reason I’m not giving up, the only reason I have right now for waking up. I’m doing really, really bad.

“Oh you know, I’m good! Just a little stressed!” I have no idea how I managed to get that out calmly before I went to the bathroom to have my breakdown.

Here I am, typing this out and wiping my tears so I can go back to faking it. I’m so tired.