I’m also learning that it never helps to pretend everything’s okay. Putting on a brave face doesn’t help anyone. Just this week, I forced myself to tell the truth to a small circle of friends I trust like sisters. I told them all of it, all the way. That was difficult—and a little embarrassing. I wanted to give them a show-offy progress report of how swimmingly I was handling everything. I wanted to be the superstar of the darkness—I love it here. This is great. I’m nailing this. But I’m not. I need help. And I got the help and support I needed because I reached out in a super-messy way.
