I'm a Buddhist, so I attend meditation sessions every Sunday to cultivate compassion.

After years of hiding who I was, I finally told my closest friends I'm gay.

When the interviewer asked me to speak, I quietly wrote down "I'm mute" to explain why I couldn't answer aloud.

Gasping for breath, I'm dying — someone call an ambulance!

I'm single, but I'm open to meeting someone who shares my love of travel.

I'm sick, so I'll have to miss the team meeting this afternoon.

I can't come to the office party tonight because I'm married and promised to spend the evening with my spouse.

When people ask about my holiday traditions, I usually say, "I'm Jewish, so we celebrate Hanukkah and Passover with family."

Sitting by the open window, I'm cold and reaching for a blanket.

When I first came out to my friends, I told them I'm bisexual, and their support meant everything to me.