It's Okay to Not be Okay


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As I was going on my way to treatment the other day for the first time, one of my favorite songs came on the radio: Exhale by Plumb. It opens with, "it's okay to not be okay" and that one line gives me so much positive reinforcement. It's not saying that I should be happy with where I am or that I should live here but that it's simply where I am right now and that's alright. So often I have beat myself up for not being in a better place emotionally, mentally, spiritually and it's very hard for me to accept that this is where I am and that it's okay. But... it is. Maybe you're dealing with something right now and maybe you've been dealing with it for a while. Or maybe not. The bottom line is, it's okay. You are where you are and all you can do is your best to get out of it. So take a breath and exhale.

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  1. UnknownSeptember 4, 2015 at 9:53 PM

    Very true my dear friend. :) Thank you for the encouragement..

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  2. outoforderyetwonderfullyarranged.blogspot.comSeptember 5, 2015 at 7:55 AM

    Hey Holly, thanks for commenting. I'm glad you were encouraged! =]

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