for some reason, someone decided a long time ago that naming pain is impolite, that hiding it and hiding from it makes more sense. 

It doesn't. It's a lie. 

A lie that both comforts and destroys us.

 A survey showed the typical adult says "I'm fine" 14 times a week. But less than one in five of them means it. 

Our default is to put on a brave face.

 But sometimes it's braver to admit something's wrong.

Because pretending everything's fine eventually catches up to you.

 And when it does, you better hope you can repair the damage that's already done.