And then they’re gone.
I am okay again.
I am left feeling relieved.
I have reached a state of equilibrium.
For some of us, reaching a state of ‘feeling okay’ is a fucking milestone.
I am one of those.
So when you ask me how I am, and with truth in my eyes, I answer “I am fine”, know that I hold on to that feeling so hard like one would hold a precious stone with their hands.
It takes a lot of work for me to say “I am feeling okay”. Because most of my life, I am not.
It is not being ungrateful with the blessings I have been bestowed upon.
It is certainly not moaning.
It is simply an illness.