I am not okay. I am NOT okay. I haven’t been as strong as you think I am in about two weeks. Mentally, I am trying to hold myself together. I am facing deadline after deadline and the pressure is mounting. I spend more time in my bed then I will readily admit to. My pillows could help to resolve the water crisis here in California. I wish there was a way to get people to hear what I am saying without them constantly replying, “Oh I have faith in you, you’ll get through it” or “I don’t know what you are worried for, you always do just fine”. Words fall from my lips and yet I am NOT being heard. So I keep my fears, sadness, and tales of woe inside while choking on the fumes. I put on a brave face and continue to play a superhero. I am vulnerable, I am fragile. I don’t have any answers. I just keep pushing.