See, I'm not actually okay, at all. I'll be okay when I'm not lying awake at night struggling to breathe as invisible hands grab at me and a hundred voices scream in my ear. Calling me names. Mocking me. Singing songs at top volume.

Except then I still won't be okay. During the day I'll be trying not to cry as I fade in and out of consciousness and have memory blackouts spanning hours. Not knowing what I've done or who I've hurt.

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