I guess I’m comfortable and I guess this is peaceful.

I’m neither elated nor depressed.

I’m okay.

This beats the fuck out of “not okay.”

If I could go back to my 20-year-old self and tell him one thing, it would be “you’re okay now.”

I was okay and I didn’t even know it.

I was safe and I didn’t even know it.

I didn’t know how to just be okay.