The drug induced dream started to wear off. Reality flashed into view behind groggy eyelids.
“How are you feeling?” The nurse asked.
“I’m fine.” I squeaked out between clenched teeth.
“Well, you don’t look fine. Do you need some more pain meds?”
With scrunched face, I nodded my head. Liquid relief dripped into my veins.
You don’t need to have major knee surgery to learn that life is painful. But one lesson many of us get straight A’s in is learning how to hide our own pain. I’m on the honor roll in this area of life. Are you?
Be kind. Don’t hurt other’s feelings. Put on a smile. Be pleasant. Don’t worry, be happy.
But what happens when the feelings aren’t nice and kind? When your own feelings are hurt? When your face muscles no longer wish to force a cheesy smile they don’t feel? When life simply sucks?
It has to stop.
It. Has. To. Stop.
We need to stop waiting until the struggle is finally over to share our “testimonies” on how we got through.
We desperately need to know others are going through tough times.
Struggling with depression? Me too!
Having a rough time with your kids? Me too!
Feeling like the worst wife in the world? Me too!
Stressing over how you’re going to pay your bills this month? Me too!
Please tell me I’m not alone in the pits of life. Hold my hand and let’s get through it together. Because we need the life line of others to survive the pits even more so than the highs.
Your story is now, in the muddy parts, not at the end where you’ve cleaned up and spit polished it.
Let’s do life together in the mud. Honest. Raw. Real. Because someone needs your story. Someone else needs to not feel so alone.
Are you a faker? What holds you back from being real with the world? Share your thoughts in the comments.
PS – Since returning from Haiti, I’m not fine. I’m struggling with my purpose, direction, feeling like a failure as a mom, finances, and a bunch of other negative yuck. I don’t like to be a whiner but I could sure use some prayer.