I Say I’m Fine

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I’m crying… crying hard. I’ve broken everything in my room. I shout, I scream, and I don’t even know why. In anger, I slam my hand against the wall. For a second, the pain in my hand feels stronger than the pain in my heart. And then… I just get tired.

“So, Kanak, how are you doing these days?”

The question shakes me. I blink and come back to reality. Everything around me is different—happy faces, people sipping their coffee, talking, laughing. Even I’m sitting with some nice people. I take a few seconds to recover and answer, “Good…everything’s good.” I smile.

Once more, I did it. And who knows how many times I have done it before.

Who says it’s easy to hide thousands of problems behind a smile? It’s not easy. It’s exhausting. It’s wrong. But we all do it. Because sometimes, no one wants to know what’s really going on inside. So, we build a world in our minds—a world where we cry, scream, break, and heal quietly.

Do you feel the same?

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21 responses to “I Say I’m Fine”

  1. Everyone feels the same .. but I’ve some people in my that I can share with them, like everyone does.

  2. I many a times it happen, in own cloud space , just a mind out of current time n space …nice thought provoking blog,keep blogging friend💐

      1. You’re most welcome friend💐

  3. It’s a bit difficult when you have no one to listen. 😔

  4. We all have moments like this and the really hard part can be when someone notices but they are not the person that you want to share with 🙂

    1. Of course, everyone has their own situation. Not all stories are same☺

  5. Every day, darling. 💜

  6. I could recognize myself in your words❤️

  7. So Kanak is he character of ur stories

  8. I don’t know know about “he” character but I believe in “strong bold and beautiful” so ….. I hope you got my point 😄😁

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