I Thought I Was Coping. Maybe I Was Just Withdrawing.
For a long time, I thought I was coping. I was still functioning. Still working. Still making things. Still building ideas. Still turning up where I had to turn up. And because I could do all of that, I assumed I must be OK. But lately Iโve started to wonder whether I wasnโt actually coping at all. Maybe I was just getting very