
“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your own understanding.” ~Khalil Gibran
There was a time in my life where I felt like everything needed to seem okay.
I had trouble achieving emotional closeness in my relationships, I was unsatisfied in my career, and I struggled with at times severe anxiety and depression. But I was always “okay,” and actually went great lengths to hide any sign that I wasn’t.
I kept myself busy to avoid seeming “lame” by having nothing to do, or perhaps to avoid the feelings that would come up if I had nothing to do. If I felt insecure or dissatisfied with something, I’d simply lie and try to cover it up rather than ever acknowledge there was a problem.
Feeling alone and not heard in my friendships? Well, everyone else seems to be fine, so I’ll just pretend I’m fine too. Uncomfortable feelings? Push them down and ignore them, always. And if someone did something to hurt or offend me, I never said anything, because I wasn’t able to stand up for myself or set boundaries.
I’m still trying to understand the origin of these feelings, but for me, it was dealing with generations of family trauma and hurt, as well as realizing that I’m bisexual. It was also receiving the message, implicitly and sometimes explicitly, that as a woman, it wasn’t okay for me to speak up and stand up for myself.
Essentially, at some point, I came to believe that my real feelings weren’t acceptable.
And the reality is, it was incredibly lonely. This perception left me unable to truly connect with anyone, because I felt as though they wouldn’t like the real me. But everyone else seemed like they were fine, so I pushed down who I was and my own personality to be who I thought I should be to fit in.
I think we all struggle with this to some degree. Everyone has weird habits and secrets they keep to themselves. But for some of us, we feel like something is fundamentally wrong with us, as though if people saw our real selves, they wouldn’t like us. And so we hide it, and act in ways that we think we “should” act to seem like everyone else.
The problem with this is that it makes life a lot more complicated when you have to suppress your own reaction or feelings, think about it, and then do what you assume other people would do in your situation.
I always tried to hide and minimize any discomfort, pretend I felt more comfortable in my relationships than I did and was happier with my life than I was. Not that the people around me weren’t wonderful people, but I didn’t ever feel that I belonged or was known.
In fact, in my early twenties, I had everything I could possibly want—a college degree, my own place, a relationship, great friends, and a job with a prestigious company. And I wasn’t happy. Or perhaps there was a part of me that was unfulfilled. Everything in my life was great, but I simply didn’t feel seen.
The problem with always being “okay” is that at some point you just can’t do it anymore. And unsurprisingly, there came a point when my life fell apart.
I experienced unemployment, a series of failed romantic relationships, and health issues, including disordered eating. In many ways, my life is still “apart.” Making changes has involved a lot of yoga, meditation, and emotional work, and even some solo traveling. It has been difficult and painful, and I have lost relationships.
But the truth is that this previous “me” was like a house of cards, or perhaps a house with a cracked foundation. I pushed a lot of things down, I never stood up for myself or expressed my real feelings or needs, or even had any idea what those were—and that simply wasn’t a sustainable way to live.
The most important step I took, and that I believe anyone can take, is finally stopping and recognizing when things are not okay. We can’t fix what we won’t acknowledge, and it is impossible to make changes if we refuse to admit something is wrong.
Had life not presented me with the chaos it did, I would have continued to push my way along, shoving down any unwanted feelings and avoiding addressing them but also avoiding the growth, connection, and happiness that comes from actually facing my fears and emotions, and working through them with other people.
Before, I had operated from the clearly faulty assumptions that any differences or unique qualities I had, such as my sensitivity and introverted, empathic nature—or, you know, things that make me a human being—were shameful and bad and must be covered up, that I was “too sensitive,” and that being assertive was definitely taboo. And above all, I must never admit it if I needed help. So I just went with what life gave me and tried my best to fit in.
I’m learning to sit with difficult feelings and situations and trying to understand them instead of constantly running away from them.
I am also working on communicating with people when they upset me. Sometimes they don’t have any idea, and promise to make sure it doesn’t happen again. But if they don’t care, that is something I need to know too. And instead of giving in to my insatiable need to fit in and be like everyone else, I’m trying to just be honest and be myself.
Finally, instead of running, I’m trying to acknowledge when life isn’t good. Because acknowledging this, and understanding what uncomfortable feelings have to teach me, is the only way to actually make anything better.
About Shannon Brown
Shannon spent several years as a writer and editor at a public health agency in Washington, DC. She then spent a total of eight months over the past two years backpacking through Europe, and is now a writer and yoga teacher in Brooklyn, NY. Find her on Instagram (@shannonb_808) or her blog, balanced-perspective.com.











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Wonderful article – thanks for sharing Shannon.
What a wonderful article. People have this stigma against accepting/showing their vulnerabilities, as if the minute we recognize that we aren’t ok we’ve somehow thrown in the towel. That’s not the case. We must be mindful of ourselves if we’re ever going to be able to accept ourselves, too; there’s no point suppressing these feelings or urges. That’s why so many people turn to online forums instead of their friends and family: there’s some comfort in the anonymity, and enough compassion to still create that sense of community between screens.
I didn’t come forward about my depression to my family until I’d already spilled my guts to the blog I’m following now, OKClarity. It’s a Jewish Wellness blog and it was there for me when I could be for myself. They were the reason I stopped running away from who I was and finally accepted myself for who I am.
Very raw and honest article. I can relate to you that sometime, those sad and lonely feeling weren’t just demanded to feel, but to also shape our ways forward. Thanks you Shannon.
Thanks so much for sharing this! This is exactly what I’m going through right now and it has given me hope. Thank you again.
Thank you! I am glad it resonated with you
Thank you! Yes exactly
Thank you for your comment! I wrote this in a dark place and just poured everything out hoping it might help someone else (and that I wasnt crazy!) so I’m glad it did 🙂
You did well. The article, yet coming from that dark place isn’t a jumbled mess of thoughts. My teacher “Gangagi” says to meet that dark place and don’t run from it. She doesn’t mean live or exist there, but don’t deny it so you can heal and move on. Another lesson she gives is, what you are running from doesn’t exist, what you’re running to is all ready present.
Yes, there’s definitely something to be said for anonymity and oddly, sometimes strangers can be more accepting than people close to us. Thanks for your comment
I loved the read. I think I’ve read this twice now. its really sounds like I could have read this. I suffer being an HSP I have found out. I say suffer because it’s more of a hinder to me than a blessing. I feel very deeply and I’m sensitive to other’s feelings and emotions. (especially close family). It’s a double edged sword. I want to embrace it but I’ve yet to do that. I find myself back blogging every time I need a pick me up. I just feel I’ve worn my welcome out bothering family/friends with my anxiety and worries. So I started hiding it, and if I can’t hide it I stay away and tell fibs about why I am “busy” when I’m actually home on the couch having a bit of a cry…It doesn’t help that I’m menopausal now. 🙁 so I’m trying to be comforting to myself. Finally decided I deserved it and stopped beating myself up for everything I can think of I’ve done wrong. I try to remember the lesson and not the shortcomings.
“The lesson, not the shortcomings,” what a good thought. I dont know where I heard this but I often tell myself something similar, “i can make mistakes but I am not a mistake.”
I also have realized I am highly sensitive, I can have very strong reactions to certain people for no logical reason or pick up on others’ emotions very strongly. Its comforting to know others are out there! Thanks for commenting
wow. this is basically my life in a nutshell. thank you for sharing. I’m now going through my own chaos (again) but thankfully this time I stumbled upon a few articles that I can use to articulate “me” to my new therapist and hopefully get out of my ok-chaos-ok loop. Previous therapists only seemed to focus on the chaos and never even asked questions about “just ok”, intimacy or vulnerability.
I don’t ever want to fall back into ‘just ok’ again, but I’m not sure how to tell that’s starting to happen again. Have you had any thoughts on that?
I’m so sorry, for some reason I didn’t get an email for this comment! For me, making sure to block off some time alone to really check in and listen to myself is what works, for example, I will notice if I am holding tension in my body somewhere or there is something that’s bothering me that I’ve been pushing aside. But everyone is different.
I have no idea if this is relevant to your situation, but a book that was extremely valuable for me was by Jonice Webb called “Running on empty: Overcoming childhood emotional neglect.” And I think it kind of gives the wrong idea in that I certainly was not “neglected” in any traditional sense of the word and had a very caring family, but simply it seems to be a society-wide problem that we often dont learn how to get in touch with our feelings, and that can lead to feeling empty or lacking true intimacy and vulnerability.
For me, reading that book also helped me get clearer on getting in touch with my emotions.
Anyway, I hope this helped! Would love to know if you end up reading the book
This truly hit home. I haven’t been ok for about 3 1/2 weeks now, and I’m beginning to wonder if it will ever go away.
I’ve been searching and finally felt heard and just so disappointed that when clicking the email or link i got nothing. Just wanted to say for people who are in my state (i just recently lost my father and am struggling in so many ways) the optimism finding this to literally be crushed and when it doesn’t open feels horrible