I Am Not Okay Quotes Novels & Stories

"Fixing myself!? What makes you think I am not okay? You hide from me and it is upsetting! And feeling upset is a natural thing! So what do you think is wrong with me?" "I don't say you are wrong or what its just you are upset and that makes you not okay! Look you are too upset and you even think other things are ridiculous! Imprisoned? Esther? Why don't you look at yourself right and enlighten me the word you are saying that you are okay!"

It’s okay not to be okay, and it’s okay to ask for help, my lovelies. This was hard to write because it is close to home and a bit personal to me. But I want you to know you're not alone. XOXO Kathy.

I repeat my mantra in my head. Everything’s fine. I’m fine. Everything is okay. I’m okay. No. Nothing is fine. I’m not fine and maybe it’s time I stop pretending. That’s all my mom does when he’s not beating her up. She smiles and pretends when her eyes are black and blue, she carries on like her voice isn’t broken from screaming, and she cleans up his mess like her hands aren’t shaking. If I’m going to break this, if I’m going to stop this, I need to admit that I’m not okay.

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.” Never in my life did I believe there would be a day when a quote from a comic would relate so closely to me. But recently, I started feeling that the bad days in my life are far more than the good. I was so tired of fighting to keep my sanity. To fight to stay afloat of the sea of misery that was pulling me to its depths with every passing day. I didn’t think I had more strength to swim. I gave up.

I would fall off a 150-story building rather than live another minute of this shitty life. I never asked to be born into the world. Ever. Never asked for a life like this, and if I could have asked... I would have wanted to not be born at all. I live in a dark shadow that I can never leave. I want to run away from it all, but that will always leave a trail of blood on my path. I can't let another name be written on the list. "Are you okay?" "Actually none of us are okay today." I replied.

I can't accept the fact that I am helpless. Shit!

“I hope they’re okay. I can’t believe I actually forgot about them. Not until you brought them up.” “It’s okay,” Marcus said, his tone never wavering. “You trusted him. You didn’t know who you were trusting... but that doesn’t make you wrong. That doesn’t make you broken.” I nodded slowly, almost robotically. “I’m fine,” I said again. “I’m not okay, but I’m not broken.” The words cracked slightly as they left my throat. I repeated them, softer this time. “I’m not broken.” I wanted to believe it. I needed to believe it.

"It's not okay.” ‎

I repeated making me look at me with an expression that said - have you gone bonkers? "I'm not okay." I said again and he chuckled. "Is that some kind of recitation?" He asked and I smirked. "It's okay not to be okay." I said. "If you are not okay, it's okay to say so." I explained. "I'm not okay, I'm not alright." I said. "No one would know what's wrong with you if you don't tell us." "I'm sure Ethan was just worried about you." "You've not been eating properly for days and you're keeping to yourself too." I said and smiled.

But the words keep tumbling out, unstoppable now. “I know I’m not beautiful, okay?!” My voice cracks. “I know I’m not like those other girls you like to hang around with—the perfect ones who are thin and pretty and who don’t have to try.” The room is so quiet now I can hear my own ragged breathing.