I used to think that one day, I’ll wake up and be able to look in the mirror and say,“I’m okay”, and actually mean it.
But ‘one day’, seems so far away and so out of touch that my thinking has changed.
Maybe, it’s not about waking up one day and thinking you’re all right.
Maybe, it’s about the process, it’s about the good days and the not-so-good-days.
Maybe, it’s about smiling and crying and laughing.
Maybe, it’s about everything and more.
Maybe, it’s not deciding when to say, “I’m okay”, maybe it’s when you know, you don’t even need to say that.
Maybe, it’s not about being okay. Maybe, it’s about mattering. It’s about meaning something to someone else.
Maybe, it’s when someone else says, instead of, “you doing okay?”, they say, “I’m proud of you”, or better yet, “you matter to me”, maybe that’s when you know.
You don’t need to say it.
You just know.
You know, you’re all right