Hello Dear One, How are you? It’s one of those questions that, if we’re honest, never unearths the same answer. The word ‘fine’ should be scrapped from our vocabulary. There’s something that’s been bugging me about last week: I didn’t tell the whole truth. For those who are new to the letter, welcome. I wrote about a friend giving me a Little Miss Sunshine sign as a teenager, which contradicted how I felt. When I think about that time in my life I remember being miserable. But I knew something was missing from that story. While I grew adept at hiding my depression I’ve always found it notoriously hard to fake how I feel. (In my twenties I worked in PR, wanting to do something creative and related to writing, not yet brave enough to write. I remember coming out of a meeting and discussing one of the ideas presented. ‘I didn’t like it,’ I said to my boss. ‘I could tell by your face,’ she replied. I fogged with embarrassment; no one wants to be rude.)
Write to Explore Who You Are
Write to Explore Who You Are
Write to Explore Who You Are
Hello Dear One, How are you? It’s one of those questions that, if we’re honest, never unearths the same answer. The word ‘fine’ should be scrapped from our vocabulary. There’s something that’s been bugging me about last week: I didn’t tell the whole truth. For those who are new to the letter, welcome. I wrote about a friend giving me a Little Miss Sunshine sign as a teenager, which contradicted how I felt. When I think about that time in my life I remember being miserable. But I knew something was missing from that story. While I grew adept at hiding my depression I’ve always found it notoriously hard to fake how I feel. (In my twenties I worked in PR, wanting to do something creative and related to writing, not yet brave enough to write. I remember coming out of a meeting and discussing one of the ideas presented. ‘I didn’t like it,’ I said to my boss. ‘I could tell by your face,’ she replied. I fogged with embarrassment; no one wants to be rude.)