It's Okay Not To Be Okay Quotes Novels & Stories

My eyes tear away from Gemma’s, and I look at the pictures on the walls once more. “Showing up for yourself is the biggest step. Be proud of every achievement.” My head glances at the next quote. “It’s okay not to be okay. But when we’re not okay, we shouldn’t put pressure on ourselves. We should treat ourselves with kindness. We should take it one day at a time. We’re all human. We all feel the same emotions.” Gemma’s presence pauses at my side. “I like that quote,” she says quietly. “Although we could argue we’re wolves, not humans.”

I won't die. "It's okay."

"It's okay." "It's not okay." "Then we'll make it okay. Together."

I’m not okay. I’ll never be okay again. XXX

“It’s okay.” ***

Relief tangled together. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said hoarsely. “I know,” I replied. “But I am.” She closed her eyes again. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.” I sat on the edge of the couch. “Like what?” “Like I’m not okay,” she whispered. I leaned forward, resting my forearms on my knees. “You don’t have to be okay all the time.” She let out a shaky breath. “I do. For everyone else.”

“It’s okay, baby… Mommy won’t let anyone take you away.” ***

"I don’t know if I can be the person you want me to be. I don’t know if I can let go of everything I’ve built." "You don’t have to be anyone but yourself," he repeats, his voice steady. "And you don’t have to let go of everything. You just have to stop pretending you’re okay when you’re not." I feel my throat tighten, the words coming out before I can stop them. "I’m not okay, Xander, but I’m starting to see that maybe I don’t have to be."

she asked. I nodded in reply and dropped the fork on to the table top once again. "It's okay not to be okay." she said. "What?" I asked, surprised by her words. "It's fine to admit that you are not okay when you're not okay. It doesn't make you look or sound less stronger than you actually are. On the contrary, admitting that you're not feeling okay actually makes you look stronger- it can even sometimes make you feel stronger." she explained. "Really?" I asked.

My mind raced, scrambling for an answer that felt true, but nothing seemed right. I lowered my gaze, my eyes stunned, my heart clenching painfully. Am I okay? After everything? The truth loomed large in my silence, undeniable. Claudio moved closer, his hand reaching out to rest gently on mine. The warmth of his touch broke through the storm inside me. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I sniffed, trying to hold them back. A shaky smile broke through the turmoil on my face. "I’m not," I finally admitted, my voice trembling but honest. "I’m not okay… but I will be fine."