I'm going to be fine
“I’m going to be fine.” This used to be one of the biggest lies I told myself. Behind those words lived dread, fear, anger, sorrow—sometimes even hatred and self-loathing. I would say them not because I believed them, but because I felt I had to. I said them to calm the people in my life, to make sure they didn’t worry, because deep down I felt like a burden… or worse. But life has a way of changing you. Those words are no longer lies. Yes, I still say them to reassure others—but now, I mean them. Not because everything is okay, but because I’ve decided to do something about it. “I’m going to be fine” is no longer just something I say to survive the moment. It’s something I choose to do something about. It’s a declaration. There will still be bad days. That hasn’t changed. But what has changed is me. And for the first time, I believe it when I say it: I’m going to be fine.