There are moments when the world seems determined to move you along. To speed you up. To push you toward a solution before you’ve even had time to feel what you’re feeling. You say something is hard, and almost immediately someone reaches for advice. A tip. A lesson. A bright side. As if discomfort is something to be solved as quickly as possible.
But sometimes that’s not what we’re looking for at all.
Sometimes we’re just tired.
Tired of explaining. Tired of justifying why something hurts. Tired of being told that everything happens for a reason or that we should be grateful it isn’t worse. In those moments, advice can feel like noise. Solutions can feel like pressure. Even encouragement, when it comes too fast, can feel like a quiet way of saying, “You shouldn’t feel this way for long.”
What we want instead is simpler, and in some ways braver.
We want someone to pause with us. To listen without interrupting. To hear the full weight of what we’re carrying and say, “Yeah… that really is hard.” Not as a setup for a lesson, but as a complete sentence. Acknowledgment, without conditions.
There’s a kind of relief that comes from being seen like that. When someone doesn’t try to reframe your pain or rush you toward acceptance. When they don’t tell you what you should do next or how you should feel by now. They just let your experience be real. Valid. Enough.
Being understood doesn’t magically fix what’s broken. It doesn’t erase the problem or make the pain disappear. But it does something quieter and just as important. It tells your nervous system that you’re not alone in this. That you don’t have to defend your feelings or package them neatly to be worthy of care.
A lot of us learned, early on, that big feelings made people uncomfortable. So we learned to soften them. To joke. To minimize. To jump ahead to “I’ll be fine” before anyone could worry. Over time, we got very good at fixing ourselves in front of others. Even when what we really needed was permission to not be okay for a while.
And the truth is, not every moment needs a takeaway.
Some moments just need company.
When someone sits with you in your sadness, your confusion, your overwhelm, without trying to polish it into something more presentable, it creates space. Space to breathe. Space to feel. Space to eventually, at your own pace, figure out what comes next. Or not. Sometimes “next” can wait.
This is true not just for how we want to be treated, but for how we show up for others. It’s tempting to help by fixing. It makes us feel useful, competent, in control. But often the most meaningful thing we can offer is our attention. Our presence. Our willingness to tolerate discomfort alongside someone we care about.
To say, “I don’t have the right words, but I’m here.”
To say, “That makes sense.”
To say nothing at all, and mean it.
There’s a quiet kindness in letting feelings exist without trying to manage them. In trusting that being seen is, sometimes, enough for now. Not everything needs to be turned into growth or gratitude or a lesson learned. Some things just need to be acknowledged for what they are: heavy, complicated, and human.
So if you’re in a season where you don’t want advice, or solutions, or silver linings, that’s okay. You’re not broken for feeling that way. Wanting to be understood before being helped is deeply human.
And if you’re lucky enough to be that person for someone else, remember this: you don’t have to fix them to support them. Sometimes the most healing words are simply, “I see you. And what you’re feeling makes sense.”
