June came in hot, both emotionally and temperature-wise, and I’m finally catching up with myself. After spending a lot more time alone lately—not by choice (at first)—I started to notice I’ve been doing that thing again: saying “it’s fine” when it really is not. I open up about emotional suppression, why I keep shrinking to keep the peace, and how sometimes, all I really want is to hear that I’m doing okay. Spoiler: I cry a little. But like… in a productive way.