I’m not okay (and that’s okay!)

Some days I wake up heavy, like my mind forgot to breathe,

Carrying quiet battles no one else can really see.

I try to keep it moving even when the world feels loud,

But healing isn’t linear, and I’m learning that’s allowed.

I’m tired of pretending every sunrise feels the same,

Some mornings I’m in pieces, some I barely know my name.

But I’m showing up regardless, even when the colors fade —

It’s okay that I’m not okay, I’m finding strength in what remains.

It’s okay that I’m not okay,

I’m still learning how to navigate the weight.

I’m taking every moment as it comes my way,

Breathing through the shadows till they start to break.

I’m not perfect, but I’m trying every day —

It’s okay that I’m not okay.

I talk to all the thoughts that try to pull me underground,

Tell them they don’t get to be the only voices around.

I reach out when I’m struggling, even when it feels too much,

Because coping isn’t weakness — it’s a different kind of tough.

I’m piecing back the parts of me I thought were gone for good,

Finding hope in tiny places I never understood.

I’m learning how to rest instead of running from the pain —

It’s okay that I’m not okay, I’m still growing through the strain.

It’s okay that I’m not okay,

I’m still learning how to navigate the weight.

I’m taking every moment as it comes my way,

Breathing through the shadows till they start to break.

I’m not perfect, but I’m trying every day —

It’s okay that I’m not okay.

One step, one breath, one honest truth —

I’m healing at a pace that finally feels like proof

That even in the dark, I’m finding my own way —

It’s okay that I’m not okay.