The dreaded question 

One of my biggest day to day fears is that someone will ask me the dreaded question “are you ok?” Because I’m not ok. I’m never ok. I pretend that I am. But I’m not. I don’t know if I’ve ever been ok, or if I will ever be ok. I know you mean well by asking. I really do. But please. Don’t ask me. Because if it’s obvious enough to make you ask, then I’m already teetering on the edge of breaking down. 

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