There’s a secret we share…
It’s standing in a crowded room when it feels like you could scream at the top of your lungs and it would not change the discussions around you for more than a moment, if at all.
It’s being in the middle of a one on one conversation when you forget what was just said and have to pull yourself back in, only to be oddly let down by the fact that the other person did not notice.
It’s speaking in the same meeting you’ve spoke at a hundred times and not once felt like you were heard.
You can find it in the perfect smile of the successful executive who hides their own pain behind a four thousand dollar suit and a bottle of scotch.
You can find it just behind the glazed over eyes of your team member who’s trying to escape it in twelve hour days, in consistent overwhelm, or by getting just enough sleep to function but not enough to feel.
You can find it at the bottom of your own cup of coffee, when you suddenly relate to the emptiness of a vessel who’s usefulness seems so limited.
It’s feeling like you are the only one with the pain, that the pain is your fault, and only you can experience it because no one else would understand.
It’s having people around you to share your hopes, dreams, and challenges and convincing yourself the people around you would not have time for, care for, or understand them.
It can be as real as the feedback we have gotten the last time, or hundred times, we tried to be heard or as fictitious as our interpretation of the last time, or hundred times, we tried to give voice to our experience.
And it only goes away when we allow each other to share the secret.