Ok. Okay. It's a default answer, nothing more to ask. No follow up needed. Just say ok, no one will bother.
The lines start to blur, what is ok and what is not ok, unable to tell the difference anymore. If you tell yourself long enough that you are ok, you believe it for a while. Then, it all comes crashing down. This is someone else's life, a puppet's life. You question every decision you have ever possibly made. Why have I been here two years longer since my last break down in the ladies room? Why do I continue pushing a path that was not meant for me?
Conversations become harder. Real ones. Deep ones. You distance yourself because of this, fearing that someone will know. They'll know it isn't ok and start to ask questions.
You sacrifice things to keep the ruse going. You stop creating, enjoying,and letting go to just feel ok. So, you don't stumble in the well of despair. The loss is significant, sense of self, relationships, confidence, and passion. I wonder where it all went, down the pit into the well so, it all could go just ok.
Conversations become harder. Real ones. Deep ones. You distance yourself because of this, fearing that someone will know. They'll know it isn't ok and start to ask questions.
You sacrifice things to keep the ruse going. You stop creating, enjoying,and letting go to just feel ok. So, you don't stumble in the well of despair. The loss is significant, sense of self, relationships, confidence, and passion. I wonder where it all went, down the pit into the well so, it all could go just ok.
