Something happens, and before you’ve even decided how much it matters, you can feel it everywhere.

A conversation sits heavy in your chest for the rest of the day. Someone you love is hurting, and some of their hurt seems to come home with you. A beautiful moment catches you off guard and suddenly you’re trying not to cry in the middle of an ordinary Tuesday.

Sometimes it would be easier not to feel so much.

And people find ways not to.

They stay busy. They explain things instead of feeling them. They make jokes. They move on quickly. They tell themselves it wasn’t that big of a deal. They become very good at understanding why something happened without ever letting themselves feel what it did to them.

It works.

At least for a while.

Because feeling things deeply can hurt.

It means disappointment gets all the way in.

It means grief doesn’t stay neatly contained to the thing you lost.

It means loving someone gives them access to places in you that would have been much safer left untouched.

It means you can know something is over and still miss it.

Know someone isn’t right for you and still love them.

Know you made the right decision and still grieve the life you didn’t choose.

There is so much in a human life that refuses to become simple just because we understand it.

Maybe that’s why people sometimes learn to feel less.

Not because they don’t care.

Because caring has cost them something.

There are only so many times a heart can be broken before some part of us begins wondering whether the answer is to stop handing it over.

So we protect ourselves.

We become reasonable.

We call ourselves dramatic before anyone else can.

We turn grief into gratitude too quickly.

We forgive before we’ve admitted we were hurt.

We search for the lesson while we’re still standing inside the loss.

And eventually, it can become difficult to tell the difference between being okay and simply becoming very good at not feeling what isn’t.

But there is something else that happens when we close the door on pain.

The door doesn’t seem to know what we were trying to keep out.

Joy still knocks.

So does wonder.

So does the strange ache of realizing you’re living a moment you’ll someday miss.

The feeling of watching someone you love become more themselves.

The song that somehow finds the exact place words couldn’t reach.

The ordinary afternoon when, for no particular reason, you suddenly realize you are happy.

Feeling deeply means all of it gets in.

Maybe that’s the part we forget.

If we all could understand how worth it it is to let the pain be pain, to let the heart ache and break…open.

The goal was never to become someone nothing could hurt.

There are people who have built entire lives around trying.

And maybe they’ve succeeded in some ways.

But to be moved by a life, you have to remain reachable by it.

That’s the risk.

You don’t get to choose only the feelings that make being alive feel beautiful.

You open the door, and grief walks through it too.

So does longing.

So does disappointment.

So does love.

Maybe courage isn’t being unafraid of what you’ll feel.

Maybe it’s knowing how much this life can hurt…

and deciding you still want to feel it.

Embracing Shadows, Illuminating Hope,
Chelsey Fjeldheim, LCSW
Empowering Souls on the Path of Healing

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