‘How are you?’ A question people hear more from me, then I hear from them. Doubting whether it’s pure interest, or a habit grown in our systems. Not knowing which lie to tell, or revealing the truth. But not sure if they can handle reality. The need to stop lying is huge, but anxiety for their reactions makes me continue.| Because the seize of this mess is so big, the possibility of unexpected answers there. Fear for loneliness gets me again so, ‘I am okay’ is the answer again.