Interesting moment from today. There's a woman who I trust intimately at work. Today was the first time I've seen her in a week, and she said she was worried about me. I told her about what happened last week, and I was shocked when she began to cry. Sure, I throw my own pity party all of the time, and I feel like my struggles are immense. But to see that outpouring from someone else? I felt fraudulent. Like I was deceiving her somehow. I don't have the hardest life, I know. I guess I feel like my troubles are trivial somehow.