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.