Dear diary, today will be different. It has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. My smile was saying “I’m fine, thank you.” “Yes, I feel much better.” I will start fresh, be someone new. It’s the only way I’ll make it through.

Dear diary, I made it through the day. I must have said, “I’m fine, thanks,” at least 37 times. And I didn’t mean it once. But no one noticed. When someone asks, “how are you?” They really don’t want an answer.