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When You’re Hiding Your Pain: Why It’s Worth Letting People In

Hopeless Man

“All men are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be, and you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be.” ~Martin Luther King, Jr.

We are all interconnected, and we all need each other. Our ability to see and be seen by each other creates a beautiful depth of connection that we are privileged to experience.

This has been a great lesson for me. I realized many years back that I had been hiding my struggles from those who wanted to help me.

One of my close friends died when I was twenty-three. I’d thrown an art event the night before and had just come home from brunch with some friends.

I was tired and processing something hurtful that had happened to me at the event. And then my phone made this little beep, and I found out that while I was mingling at a party my beloved friend was dying.

Her sister, in her grief, sent me a text, “Lauren passed away last night. For service information email me…” I fell to the floor and simply stared at the words. I was numb and disoriented. Those words, there weren’t enough of them. It was too simple, too short, too fast.

As I stared at the phone in shock, it began to ring. My friend and business partner called to talk about the event.

I answered and told her my friend just died. And here comes the part that I’ve been ashamed of: instead of revealing my pain, I told her I was okay and began to talk about the drama from the previous night.

In an instant, unconscious choice, I decided that it was easier for me to push aside my grief than to be vulnerable.

That moment makes me cringe for a couple of reasons.

First, I’ve held on to the guilt that I wasn’t honoring my friend in having a casual conversation after learning of her passing. Yes, I was in shock, but there was something deeper happening.

I’ve realized that I wasn’t allowing myself to be authentic in my grief because I was afraid to be seen.

To be seen by our community is to recognize that we are worthy of being here, of taking up space, of needing support. I was unwilling to allow others to see me in my time of grief because on some level I didn’t believe I was worthy of it.

In some way it felt too risky. To open up would mean that the friendship was being tested, and what if the other person couldn’t be there for me? I wasn’t willing to find out.

And now I can see that there were so many more times throughout my life where I didn’t allow people to be there for me. I’d force my friends to take money when they wanted to pay for our meal. If I was sick I’d order take out instead of letting my friend pick up some soup and bring it over.

The only people I felt comfortable allowing to be there for me were my family members, the people who have known me forever and who accept me as I am.

When I lost Lauren I took the train to my parents’ house and fell into my mother’s arms sobbing. I knew how my mom would react to me; I knew she would embrace me and show me the love I needed.

It’s risky to open up to people when we’re not sure the outcome, but it’s important to be willing to be surprised. 

The beautiful thing is that most people want to do for each other without getting anything in return. It makes us feel good to help someone else. We want to be of service, and we’re actually getting something in exchange.

We feel good about ourselves, about being alive, about being able to help someone. It gives us value and worth. It reminds us of the beauty in being human; it reminds us that we’re interconnected.

I want to live in a more authentic world. A place where we can show each other the truth about ourselves. I want to give my friends the privilege of being there to support me, and I hope they give me that same honor in return.

I hope we learn to stop filtering the parts of ourselves that make us human; because that humanness, that part of you that is unique to you, that is the part of you that you ought to be and the part of me that I ought to be.

And only when we show that part of ourselves to each other are we really living authentically. We need each other, and we want to need each other. You are no exception.

So when you’re in pain, share it. When you need help, ask for it. Trust that people will be there for you when you need it. All you have to do is share your truth.

Hopeless man image via Shutterstock

About Michelle D'Avella

Michelle D’Avella is an author, Breathwork teacher and mentor. Her memoir, The Bright Side of a Broken Heart is available here. Download her FREE guide to heal your heart and follow her on Instagram for daily doses of inspiration.

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momzilla76

I love this!

Michelle D'Avella

Thank you!

Tara Schiller

Great post. I love how authentic you were in it. Thanks for sharing.

lv2terp

Beautiful post!!! Thank you for sharing such wonderful insight! 🙂

Michelle D'Avella

Thank you! I appreciate you reading it. 🙂

Michelle D'Avella

Thanks so much!

Am

Been there. Completely! Ohhh…can’t tell you how much this post resonated with me. Thanks so much for sharing your story, wisdom and encouragement, Michelle. Really made me think…and makes me want to do things differently going forward. <3

Michelle D'Avella

My pleasure, Am! So glad to hear this resonated with you. Sending you lots of love on journey. 🙂

Changing Outcomes

Great article !!!

LifeChangingStories

Curious to know if the relationship with friend/business partner grew or faded, and for what reasons? Your journey of authenticity and vulnerability is admirable. Blessings!

Michelle D'Avella

Thanks!

Grew. We are still very close friends eight years later. 🙂 But, it wasn’t because of her that I couldn’t be vulnerable. It was about me being willing to open up and allow her to be there for me like she would have been. Thanks for your note!

Olja Pinkoson

Last year before my dad passed away I posted a message on FB that my dad was dying and I needed advice on what to do. My sister and I brought him to US from Serbia because a year before he had quadruple bypass..everything went downhill for him after that surgery. So we went back home to rescue our dad. He had a green card for few years and only plan A from medicare, which does not cover doctor visits or medications. Before we left Serbia he was diagnosed with Parkinson and dementia. So I asked my FB friends and family for advice because 2 months after we brought him here he stopped eating. He wasn’t himself like the dad I knew a year before. So I shared my pain. Nobody replied to my post…. not even a kind word, or “are you OK?” or” I hope your dad gets better”. Nothing. So I posted another message/status this time saying where are my friends when I need them to support me when I’m emotionally struggling watching someone I love dying in front of my eyes? I wrote “yes, I’m talking to all of you who are reading this” I also said how I was disappointed that not even my cousin asked me if I was ok. Right after i posted my second message that cousin (I always consider her as sister until that day) texted me: “the reason I didn’t say anything is because I thought that family drama is not for FB it should stay private” I said it was matter of life and death and I will do whatever it takes to save my dad and I hoped to find at least friends and family support, which I did not. It made me sad and angry, I told her. I still struggle to forget that. I did get few comments of close friends and advice I was looking for. I deleted my post same day. I’m normally very private person and never share much on social media/FB until that time. I have to admit it was hard to swallow. My dad passed away on Thanksgiving last year. It still hurt and I still cry a lot. I love your article and I wish more people are open to ask for help when they’re struggling their battles whatever that may be. I wish people are more human. They should not be ashamed like my cousin suggested I should feel. Struggle is not a drama…. it may be the one call, kind word or hug that can help someone feel little bit better. Anyways, great article!

Olja Pinkoson

Last year before my dad passed away I posted a message on FB that my dad was dying and I needed advice on what to do. My sister and I brought him to US from Serbia because a year before he had quadruple bypass..everything went downhill for him from that surgery. So we went back home to rescue our dad. He had a green card for few years and only plan A from medicare, which does not cover doctor visits or medications. Before we left Serbia he was diagnosed with Parkinson and dementia. So I asked for advice because 2 months after we brought him here he stopped eating. He wasn’t himself like the dad I knew a year before. So I shared my pain. Nobody replied to my message…. not even a kind word, “are you OK?” or “I hope your dad gets better”. Nothing. So I posted another message this time saying where are my friends when I need them to support me when I’m emotionally struggling watching someone I love dying in front of my eyes? I wrote “yes, I’m talking to all of you who are reading this” I also said how I was disappointed that not even my cousin asked me if I was ok. Right after i posted my second message that cousin texted me: “the reason I didn’t say anything is because I thought that family drama is not for FB it should stay private” I said it was matter of life and death and I will do whatever it takes to save my dad and I hoped to find at least friends and family support which I did not. It made me sad and angry, I told her.I still struggle to forget that. I did get few comments of close friends and advice I was looking for. I deleted my post same day. I’m normally very private person and never share much of my private life on FB until that time. I opened my wound and I was willing to find out if anybody will be there for me, like you said in your article. I have to admit it was hard to swallow . It’s like twice as painful when you find out that most people don’t really care how you feel. My dad passed away on Thanksgiving last year. It still hurt and I still cry a lot. I love your article and I wish more people are open to ask for help when they’re struggling their battles whatever that may be. I wish people are more human. They should not be ashamed like my cousin suggested. Struggle is not a drama…. it may be the one kind word or hug that can help someone feel little bit better. Anyways, great article! thank you.

Michelle D'Avella

I’m so sorry for the loss of your father. It can be a difficult thing when we reach out and don’t find the response we’re looking for. I’m glad to hear there were people who were there to support you. Follow that thread and continue to cultivate community where it’s appearing for you. Thanks for sharing your story.