With everything that’s going on in my life right now, people often ask me how I am.
My most common answer is, “I’m okay,” followed by some sort of explanation to ‘prove’ that I’m okay or that I’m getting through things.
I know I shouldn’t do that. I know I shouldn’t tell people who genuinely care that, “I’m okay.”
But I do.
I do it to deflect.
I do it to reassure them.
I do it because I know things could be worse.
I do it because they’ve got their own things to deal with.
But I should stop that, because – usually – when I say, “I’m okay,” it means I’m a wreck.