Fine

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I say that I'm fine a lot.


Even when I'm not. 



And I don't think that's okay.


It shouldn't be instinct for me to hide my feelings. It shouldn't be like that for anyone. But there are so many people out there that just say that they're fine when deep down, they're dying.

It might sound like an exaggeration, to say that you're dying. But that's what it feels like. 

It's numb and empty and lonely. I imagine that's what dying is like. 


I say I'm fine to the people I care about. To the people that love me. And that hurts. It genuinely hurts to lie to them. But I can't just say my problem. It's not that I don't want them to know, I'm just so tired of dealing with the pain that even attempting to explain it exhausts me.

I know I have friends that deal with the exact same feelings. One friend in particular is going through an especially hard time right now with mental health issues. And I really really want to help. But I don't really know how. I know it sounds dumb, it should be easy to comfort your best friend. But I guess I just get scared I'm doing something wrong, so nothing I do really helps.

I'd love it if you'd give me some advice, whether it's coping mechanisms, how to comfort a friend, or even you're own experiences with mental health.

Thank you for your time.






Sorry.


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