It is easy to lie to others. We do that all the time, mostly without ill-intent. However, the worst kind of lie is where you lie to yourself, day in, day out. Telling yourself that things are just fine.
The worst kind of lie there is
Anuraag Lakshmanan

Before you know it, the lie becomes real, and holy shit. You are OK. In the most real sense of the word, because despite whatever failings clichés might have, they’re true. Time does heal.

The one thing I hate, absolutely detest, is when people tell themselves to be OK. Why? Pain demands to be felt. Don’t be OK. If you don’t want to share it, that’s fine. If you want to share it, go ahead. Shout it out. Cry it out.

Do not deny yourself this experience of life. This is part and parcel of it. Pain of heartache, of heartbreak, of loneliness so consuming — this is all a gift. Embrace it. Drown in it.

You will be fine. You will be, eventually. So for right now, just be as not OK as you want to be. That too, is a choice.

This was a really well-written piece. Thank you for articulating your thoughts so clearly and for sharing such an intentional piece.

I hope you find the answer or the moment, or the epiphany you’re grasping for. (:

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