What is ok?

What is ok?
 
People ask me if I’m ok.  
I search for the right words to say.  
 
The truth is I’m not doing well,  
like a wound the darkness only seems to swell.  
 
I’m sober so I should feel proud,  
But it seems to keep pouring underneath this storm cloud.  
 
Its hard to adjust with the loss of him form my life,  
Its hard for me to move on when he’s the one holding a knife.  
 
This time I ask myself if I’m ok,  
I finally know the words to say.  
 
I’m not doing well,  
But I’m putting ice on these wounds that continue to swell.  
 
I’m sober and I am very proud,  
After all that I have been through being prideful is completely aloud.