Do you ever get that feeling when people would ask you how you are and if whether or not you’re okay? And then ten thousand different things come to mind, each trying to get to the front of your thoughts and be given a chance to be verbalized?
And in as much as you want to explain the brokenness inside, you just get so tired with all there is to say. And the thousands of things you’re thinking of end up as three words: I am okay.
I’m okay. Repeat until convinced.