T. I always tell you I am okay, I am okay, we are okay. I always tell you don't worry, it doesn't matter, we don't matter, no REALLY, it doesn't, we don't, nothing matters because we are always okay, no matter what, at the heart of things we know that we are always and will always be "okay".
But ARE we okay?
Yesterday work was so hard, so awful, so traumatizing, so overwhelming. We came straight home from work, straight to the bedroom, pulled everything closed and dark and stayed there, not wanting light or life or anything, just wanting nothing, wanting everything to stop existing.
There were hours of just. trying. to. breathe. and whimpers and silent sobs and hitting and tossing and turning and punishing and switching and wailing and SHing and SUIing and so very much distress. Hours and hours of hurting and darkness.

And then it was morning. We got up and got dressed and went back to work to do it all again.

Is that "okay"?

ARE we "okay"?