I'm not okay.
I just wanted to say that because all day people ask me how I am and I respond with a cheery, "good!" but sometimes, I am just NOT good at all. And there are moments that I loathe pretending to be so.
I wish I was one of those people that can say, "I had a terrible day, but it's fine now!" but I'm not one of them. So I'm just going to be real for a minute and say that I had a terrible weekend, and it's not really fine. I'm struggling. With secrets, with anger, with sickness, with self-image, with faith, with motivation, and with sadness.
I'm sure I'll be okay later; I'm just not right now.
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