It’s ok

It’s ok not to feel ok. Sometimes I can’t remember who I am, or which character I’m supposed to play. Sometimes the weight of being anything at all sits heavy in my chest, pinning me to the concrete killing floor of my own self doubt. Sometimes the relentless self pitying makes me sick to the stomach. Sometimes it’s too much effort to pretend to care. Sometimes I hide away. But it’s ok not to feel ok.