I lie. A lot. Compulsively. The lies I tell aren't detectable by most people, but there are some people here and there who can sense that I'm not telling the truth. This is how I lie:
"How are you?"
I lie. A lot. Compulsively. It feels safe, it feels sound, it feels secure. I'm afraid to tell the truth: that sometimes, I'm just plain not okay.
Yesterday, my therapist asked me what it would take for me to actually trust people and be vulnerable in front of them. I had no idea. I still have no idea. What'll it take for me to let my guard down and confess when I'm not doing so well?
What'll it take? What'll it take? Seriously, what'll it take?