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I’m fine, no really, I am
I always look this way
Nothing’s the matter
Honestly, no really, I’m okay
I wouldn’t lie to you
What’s the point of that?
I haven’t smiled, because
It’s nothing I’m good at
Doesn’t matter anymore
I prefer to be alone
No need to ask again and again
You’ll only produce a groan
I said I was fine, no really
I mean it, please take me at my word
Read between the lines, you’ll see
Your questions are a bit absurd
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Ok, fine!
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I’m glad you see it my way! 😉
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Reading between the lines or asking the right questions give more information than what someone may say…
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I know. That was the point. We need to pick up on people’s avoidance of what is actually going on inside. But the question “Are you okay?” is trite.
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That question can be the introduction but must never be the end of the conversation. If we don’t want to know we should not ask…
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I go in the opposite direction. I watch, look for odd signs. I suppose I do this because I had to deal with my daughter being bullied when younger. It was a horrible time, and I missed the first signals. I’m more likely to observe before asking if all is ok. I get a better sense of the situation.
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You have fine sensors, Dorinda. I know what you mean with observing and getting a sense in order to ask the right questions. And yes “are you ok” can be the completely wrong question!
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Thank you, Erika! ❤
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You are welcome, Dorinda 😊
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How many times we force a smile when that is the last thing we feel.
Awesome write.
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Exactly. Thank you so much, my friend!
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So relate to this!
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I think many of us can…sadly.
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As I read between the lines, I suspect that she is actually not fine at all. Too often, we push away the ones we love when we’re suffering, instead of letting them help us.
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Too often the ones we love are the one’s creating the turmoil. Is there ever an equal balance?
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The million dollar question, Dorinda. I’m always in search of the proper balance. The more emotion we invest, the more we have to lose.
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True, Brenda. I guess there really is no happy median.
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I’m stubborn by nature, so I continue to try.😊
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Boy does that sound like something I would say way back when. Especially, when my depression was so far gone.
Great piece!
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Thanks so much, Beckie! Sadly, too many can relate to this piece. We need to find a solution!!
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Oh, I could imagine. 😦
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