Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

It’s been a tough year. It’s hard to see the silver lining or the bright side, and yet when confronted with a “Hey, how have you been?” I often cheerfully reply, “I’m fine, you?”

In passing, it’s easy enough to throw out this lie. It’s polite, it’s expected. But when pressed for details, I crumble. The truth is, I haven’t been doing well, but personally it is extremely uncomfortable to watch someone’s face as I tell them we’ve been having a hard time. It’s so easy for me to be open and intimate on the Internet: the people liking my stories or posts are anonymous.

Face to face, intimacy and exposing myself is much harder. I’m trying to learn to sit in the discomfort, and not dismiss my own feelings for the comfort of others.

“I’m fine,” is getting banned from my vocabulary.

For nostalgia’s sake, I hold onto items from my past relationships. But social media changes everything.

With direct messages and texts, ghosts of relationships past aren’t so easily sorted

I used to think I needed a house and a big salary by age 30. Now that I’m about to leave my 20s behind, I have new goals.

Now, I want to find what truly makes me happy

The short winter days make me sad. Here’s how I cope.

Nothing I’ve tried is a cure-all, but I’ve found some remedies that work for me