Are YOU okay?

Am i okay?
Seems to be the question of the day. Seems to be the only question people are willing to ask these days. Seems to be the simplest of question, yet why is it that I find it so hard to answer.
The answer that comes to mind is yes, purely because that is the socially accepted answer. But when it comes down to it, I don't really remember the last time I have felt okay, or that things were going to be okay. No one ever wants to hear a string of problems unless they happen to work in a paid profession and get paid multiple hundreds to listen to them, then of course problems are like little goldmines. And packed on top of that is this barrier we have to keep our guard up and not speak of our problems. There is nothing I'd rather do less than speak about the multitude of things that bother me. How relentless and horrible.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a whinger, I actually despise them, and I really do love everything that I have been lucky enough to gain in life, but no, to answer the question, I am not okay, nor do I know when I will be again.