I have always reassured others with words like "I'm fine," but now, looking back, I question whether my actions and words were truly right. In moments of discomfort, I hastily tried to escape, lying both to the other person and to myself. Though I said I was fine, I was not. And in that moment, I realized that my unspoken "I'm fine" piled up and wore me down, until I suddenly found a part of myself eroded and hollow. I wonder, are we not all enduring within some gap, sacrificing our own awareness for the sake of togetherness?