That look on the bus? pretty sure they thought i was someone who'd paid their therapy bill. It's funny how easily I can still spot 'us' in a crowd—the way shame hangs in the posture, the guarded eyes. I hope they find their way to the other side, that lighter way of being, even if it takes longer than they think it should. I remember thinking everyone else had it figured out, like they were issued a manual I missed. Now I realize we're all just faking it until we make it, some of us just got better at the faking part.