“How are you doing?” Something that is asked all the time, but all too often is answered with half-truths. “I’m fine” is far easier than admitting vulnerability, hurt, depression, and loneliness.
Honestly, I don’t know how I’m doing. What would you like me to say? “Everything is good, thanks”? That’s not true, not really. Do you want to know what’s actually going on inside my head? Do you want to know about the recent loss, the emptiness I feel after a friend’s suicide, the way I struggle when everyone else is moving forward and I am trapped in this moment?
When you ask me how I am doing, is that the answer you expect? Do you have the time to listen, or do you just want to hear “I’m fine, thanks”?