The Pain We Don’t Talk About

• By candidasullivan
• January 26, 2026
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We don’t always talk about it, do we, sweet friends?
Sometimes, we take all the pain and tuck it away in the deepest places of our souls. It feels too real, too raw, and too complex to put into words. So, we don’t.

We go through our days skimming the surface. Our conversations stay light. Our prayers are basic. We are present in our lives, but not truly living them.

The truth is, we try desperately to hold it all together because we are terrified to look inside and see how heavy it really is. We’ve stuffed disappointments, heartaches, fears, and insecurities so deep within us that we don’t dare risk them spilling out.

When someone asks how we’re doing, we say, “I’m fine.”
How often do we say we’re fine while our insides tremble and our minds scream for help?

Sometimes, we don’t even tell God how bad it feels. We stuff it, smile, and move on—while silently breaking inside.

But there is another way.

One day, as anxious thoughts bombarded my mind, I stopped trying to be strong. I stopped telling myself everything was fine and finally acknowledged the pain. When I whispered to God that I was scared, and told Him exactly why, He reached for me and allowed me to pour it all out.

Falling apart in my Lord’s arms was one of the most healing moments of my life.

God gathered every piece of my burden and carried it for me. In my weakness, He showed me what true strength really looks like.

When I perform strength instead of living in truth, I never reach for the Lord. If I don’t acknowledge my heartaches, I can’t give them to Him. Instead, I carry them everywhere I go and wonder why I feel so exhausted and overwhelmed.

But when I meet God with honesty, and invite Him into all of my life, not just the polished parts, but the broken, heart-wrenching ones—He becomes my God. And I come to know Him on a deeper, more intimate level.

I see now how much pain I caused myself by pretending I was strong and insisting everything was fine.

True strength is not measured by how much pain I can carry.
True strength is how much I can place into the hands of my Lord.

Real power is trusting God enough to let Him take every ounce of pain, and believing He can somehow use it all for good.

Sweet friends, if you are hurting, I pray you trust God enough to fall apart in His arms. He is a safe place. He understands your tears. And He knows exactly how to help you.

Will you let Him help you?

Romans 8:26 KJV

²⁶ Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered.