Mbstar Bwoy

I’M FINE - AND I MEAN IT🌱🪞

For years “I’m fine” was my mask
Worn to work. Worn to church. Worn in WhatsApp groups.
Smile on. Eyes dead. Heart screaming.
“Fine” meant “don’t ask again.”
“Fine” meant “I’m tired of explaining.”
“Fine” meant “living dead with good makeup.”

But one day..

The ceiling stopped being my enemy.
The silence stopped being heavy.
I woke up and my chest didn’t feel like a coffin.

And when someone said “How are you?”
I opened my mouth...
And “I’m fine” came out.
Not as armor. Not as a lie.
But as truth.

I’m fine

Because I let the friendship die with dignity.
I’m fine
Because I stopped fighting what “is supposed to be”.
I’m fine
Because “it will get better” finally arrived, quietly, while I wasn’t watching.

The Grimm truth:

We practice “I’m fine” like actors until the day we become it.
Healing doesn’t shout. It whispers.
And one morning you realize:
The mask melted off while you were sleeping.

So if you’re still wearing “I’m fine” as a mask today...
That’s okay. Wear it. It kept you alive.
But don’t settle there.
There’s a version of “I’m fine” waiting for you
That doesn’t need acting.
That doesn’t need hiding.
That’s just... peace.

LEASON:

Don’t rush to take the mask off.
Heal first. Then the mask will fall on its own.
One day you’ll say “I’m fine”
And your eyes, your voice, your whole body will agree.

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