I use the word “fine” a lot. “It’ll be fine” when I don’t want to think about something. “I’m fine” when I don’t want to think about how I’m doing.
Today and for the past few days I’ve been “fine”.
I’m going to scheduled activities. I smile when it is appropriate, even though I am just feeling “fine”. Most people can’t even tell that I am locking things away from myself, I am so practiced at being “fine”.
This is something that as a mentally ill person, I have in my life to protect myself from my broken brain. When my brain can’t handle something, everything goes into “fine” mode.