And she knew it. And she kept on smiling that big fake smile, even though she also knew she might be dying.
We are Me – © LYON 2010
Today I happened upon a post written by an old friend who had just gone through a near-fatal bout of pneumonia.
As I understand it, she had “I’m fine’d” for too long, and almost got too sick before getting help, because she wasn’t facing how she really felt.
She said, “I lied. I’ve been lying for years, saying ‘I’m fine’ and smiling and acting like everything is wonderful . . . when it wasn’t. I’m not lying anymore.”
I admire her courage in coming out with such an admission – she has a huge following, and she might have been concerned about losing some of them.
But she won’t. I guarantee it – because she is out-there-honest about everything else, sharing things most would cringe to even think about. Because it helps the people in her crowd see and heal their own glitches. And they know that and appreciate her for it.
Now I’m calling her out. Because I think she is judging herself way too harshly. It’s not surprising, this so-called lying – we live in a world where any lying is Bad Bad Bad. Even if it is helping you survive.
