When people ask me if I'm okay, I used to default to saying yes because I didn't want to bring down the mood, bother with explaining myself, or even admit that I wasn't happy. Recently, I've stopped doing that because I realize that I'm really not okay, and pretending to be all the time was just pushing the problem away for another day.
I wouldn't say I'm happy nor sad at the moment; the overwhelming feeling is one of emptiness. It has been a busy summer and every year I find myself going away more than I expect to, and searching for something that I don't quite understand.
I know I don't have any of the answers yet, but I've been working on the questions. Slowly.
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