It's Okay Not To Be Okay Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Don't cry. Everything will be okay." I shook my head, unable to speak. It wouldn't be okay. Nothing would ever be okay again.

Like Carol said, it's okay to be weak. ******

Perhaps I was the darkness that came into people’s lives and made them want to give up, perhaps it was me. ‘‘What?’’ he asked again, hoping that I hadn’t said that I wasn’t okay. ‘‘I Am Not fine, I-I am not okay,’’ I whispered again. ‘‘Oh, you will be okay, kiddo, don’t worry about it,’’ he said as he tapped my shoulders in playful way. ‘‘Why didn’t you go upstairs, freshen up and join us, maybe you will feel better,’’ he encouraged as tapped my back again. That confirmed my theory and made it even clearer. No one actually cared, every time a person asked if you are okay, it’s because they want to hear you say I am okay, or I am fine, so they can forget about you and go on with their lives.

“Are you okay?” “No, I'm not,” her response was instantaneous. “I'm not okay, and I'm sure I'm not fucking drunk!” She yelled out, prompting me to separate the phone from my ears to avoid getting my drums split. “I'm not okay, Dash,” she lowered it to a whisper. "I'm not bloody okay."

‘’I would be coming home soon , I understand you Mari, when I get home you will come stay with me, its going to be okay’’ It’s going to be okay’’ is what I kept hearing till darkness embraced me.

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.

I wasn’t okay. Not yet. But I wasn’t alone either. And that… that mattered more than I could ever say

I repeated softly, “Exactly.” “Right?” she said, voice brightening a little, like we had suddenly entered the same emotional wavelength. “It’s like the final Jenga block gets pulled and everything just collapses.” I leaned back a bit against the stall wall, still not ready to open the door or step out. But I didn’t feel quite so alone anymore. “Listen,” she continued, “whatever it is… it’s okay to not be okay. Even if it’s work. Even if it’s a man. Or both.”