What Looks Like Falling Apart Is the Strength to Tell the Truth

I’m not breaking down, I’m breaking through

I’ve never been very good at pretending everything is okay when it isn’t. Some people have a knack for composure under the worst of circumstances. They can keep a stiff upper lip, make it look easy. Me? I’m a truth-teller, not a secret-keeper. Even if my mouth isn’t telling the truth, my face will. And that hasn’t always made me the most comfortable person to be around. Turns out, lots of people don’t like honesty.