"I'm fine." That same old line. Playing over and over. On Repeat. That same old lie. Said over and over. From the mouth of someone who thinks it's the truth.
I move around as usual. Confident and proud. Head held high with a smile plastered in place. Until they look away. Until the world pushes me to the side and I am able to let the smile drop and breathe once more. In the shadows they all ignore.
I'm fine though.
If you could see me you would not doubt that at all.
I'm not injurred.
I'm not poor.
I'm not sick.
I have a good family, good friends, good house. I'm not sad. I know sadness. There's always a reason and this has no reason. No reason at all. So that must be it then...
I must be fine.
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Mental Health- Monologue
Short StoryI couldn't put this up at a better time with covoid-19 going round people are going to be experiencing mental health problems more than ever. This is what I wrote forever ago and saved this as a draft hence the text above. I just thought I'd leave i...
