There comes a point when pretending you're okay becomes more painful than admitting you're not. Some of us became so good at surviving that nobody knew we were bleeding. We went to work bleeding. Raised children bleeding. Served people bleeding. Prayed bleeding. Loved people bleeding. Built businesses bleeding. Went to church bleeding. And when someone asked, "How are you?" We smiled and said, "I'm good." But healing cannot begin where honesty is forbidden. Today, I'm not ask