It’s okay to be not okay. You know? It’s okay if all I can blog now is this old poem.
You know what? I am brave to have told the important people in my life that I am struggling. I know life gets better – past experience has proven that. Sitting with my pain, I remind myself: this is valid. I am valid. I feel this way. I am surviving this.
Sometimes muscles are stone
Clothes binding limbs
Denim chafing skin
Sometimes joints inflame
Knuckles and knees
Sometimes the mind numbs
Inert yet aware
Burning to care
A deadened doll form
Lifelike eyes pretend sleep
Pain is more than skin-deep.
I call this an “old poem” because it is about my experience as a teenager, not knowing what’s wrong with me. Sensory overload and anxiety and constant pain being my normal.
Do you feel like mental health is impossible to talk about? Me too, sometimes. Even if there are awareness days, even if the media is normalizing therapy. . . health is always a struggle. And mental health is usually the first sacrifice when times get tough.
One more time, it’s okay to be not okay.
Take care! ❤️
Please do not use my poem without permission.
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