Why doesn’t anyone ever say, “You won’t be okay.”
You won’t heal. Or recover. Tomorrow won’t be better. The worst is not over. You won’t be okay.
Some things just break you. Some moments, destroy you. Some people, consume you. And you’re not just okay.
And that’s… that’s okay.
Those things, those moments, those reckless people. They define us. Shape us. They twist us and coil us like hot metal after a high-speed crash.
And we’re not okay after that. We’re not okay. We’re totaled.
But somehow we keep going. Each day the same. Not okay. Still going. We don’t heal. We don’t get better. But we just keep going.
The sun rises and sets. And our chest rises and falls. And our eyes stare blankly into the night. Just don’t stop going.
You don’t always have to be okay. Just be. Be hurt. Be angry. Faded. Sad. Destroyed. Degraded. Lost.
It’s enough. All you feel is already enough. You don’t have to be okay anymore. Just be.