Why Are We Afraid to Admit When We Are Happy?

I guess it’s only me, but…

Recently, a friend asked me how I was doing. She exactly meant it as it connected with working from home and dealing with my 7-month-old child. It was one of those circumstances where I felt pleased with discussing the realities of life minus deception. Thus, I promptly answered with the response you would anticipate from another mother ready to reveal her spirit: “It’s hard,” I prepared to withdraw my complaints and was ready to list every one of the reasons behind why embracing parenthood while keeping a profession is challenging.

“For instance,” I started, “dealing with my time is….”

Well. My work day is inconsistent, relying on Avery’s rest time and Matty’s timetable. I have interfered with a great deal. I must be very purposeful with the time I have. On second thought, I have learned some significant experiences about aim. The “intention” is the word around which my year will revolve. Honestly, I have most likely figured out how to partake in my life better since I am pursuing after each second with expectation. Yet, is it hard?

In reality, no! It’s not hard. It’s new and made me roll out specific improvements, but I disagree that it’s hard.

However! Do you realize what is hard?

“Sleep! That is to say; I haven’t slept…”

I haven’t stayed asleep all night in nine months. Avery awakens a couple of times each evening, I feed him, or Matty gets him, and he returns to rest. I awaken feeling rested in the first part of the day, but it’s okay. That is really not exceptionally hard, actually.

Oh, yet THIS.

“Besides, I can’t recall the last time we had a DATE.”

Matty and I essentially never go out! We are always dealing with Avery. Taking care of a kid is a full-time job. Avery cries whenever he is hungry, tired, or irritated. It’s the main way he can communicate, so I don’t mind. He is a genuinely a happy baby who makes me happy with his activities daily. He cherishes Matty and goes wild when he returns home. Matty is obsessed with the kids and also the best dad he can be, which makes him perfect, in my opinion. When I am exhausted, Matty takes Avery and vice versa. We are a group. We have entered a totally new chapter in our marriage, and keeping in mind that it’s another challenge waiting for us daily, it’s something we take on together. So, I somewhat love it.

I miss the evenings when we could go anyplace spontaneously. I miss not being attached to a little baby’s timetable. Be that as it may, what have we gained back? A family! A little miracle. It’s so amazing. Thus, the conclusion is:

“In reality, it isn’t so difficult. I don’t think I have at any point been happier in all my years.”

You read it right, I’m Happy! Matty is the man I dreamt about. Avery is the child we intensely prayed to God for. I have the things now that I needed then, at that point, and I have a long list of motivations to be extremely happy. Life will never be simple; however, I don’t have to focus on difficult moments. I know that parenthood is hard. I have had the days. But I go to sleep so overwhelmed by this life I get to lead.

Some time back, I thought of certain considerations on why it’s difficult to admit when we are sad, but here I am on the opposite end of the spectrum. Although, in the same boat.

It appeared to be a great chance to return and reexamine the myths I wrote when battling a job that I didn’t like and two or three negative pregnancy tests. It helped me then to be credible to myself and comprehend how I was feeling, so we should survey some myths that have held me back from yelling from the roofs about how happy I am!

Maybe you can relate?

Myth 1: My Happiness Means Someone Else’s Sadness

When I was in a sad situation, I had a genuinely tough time tolerating other people’s happiness. They had some work they enjoyed; I didn’t. They had a child; I didn’t. I needed to battle harshness with a sword. It’s so natural to think about when you are unhappy.

However, I never believe my happiness should send another person sadness and trouble. I want that it should be a story of redemption and trust. What’s more, I feel that is why we share those great moments, correct? The ones where you can’t accept that life could be so amazing. We need to welcome others into that possibility. Try not to lose hope as it will continuously improve.

Myth 2: It’s Not Possible to be Happy When the World is So Bad

I find this one the most challenging to disprove. There is such a lot of pain on the planet, and as an individual who values compassion and empathy, it appears challenging to embrace happiness. However, I have come to understand that one of the more remarkable things I can do to infuse empathy into this world is giving it. At the point when you realize something is great, you can’t resist the to welcome others in. I start with my husband and my child. Allow it to spill over into my circles, friends, relatives, to outsiders I associate with.

Myth 3: If I Admit that I Am Happy, Then it Won’t Last

Alright, what is it about us as people that makes us think like this: Oh no, I’m cheerful, and things are great, so that should mean things are going to get genuinely bad…better find a steady speed with this happiness! It’s like we truly accept that we do not deserve the beneficial things. Why can’t we have the minutes where our spirits bubble up out of our chests, and we are so happy that we can’t resist but let it get away as a smile, laugh, or hug….daily? I don’t have the foggiest idea about you all, yet those are the moments I live for, and I am prepared to acknowledge the way that it is great to appreciate them without any fear and guilt.

I know the sad moments and the hard times exist; however, I think I am reasoning that I can’t allow them to prevent me from happiness in my present life. Assuming you are in pain, I hope you don’t believe I am immature or tone deaf. I simply trust that on the opposite side of it, and, surprisingly, in the middle, you can find those soulful moments and your happiness. Since, in such a case that nobody told you recently, let me tell you this: you deserve it.


I live in Los Angeles with my better half, Dave, and our child, Corey. Each second with them is the acknowledgment of my fantasies working out as expected — and for that? I am so extremely thankful. Hi! I am Diana Rodriguez, the founder, author, and photographer of ATD.

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