Today, I find myself reflecting on a recurring phrase that seems to have become my default response to life’s challenges: “I’m hanging in there.” As I write these words, I wonder how and when this seemingly simple expression turned into my go-to answer for every situation, regardless of its complexity.

“I’m hanging in there.” It’s become my shield, my protective armor against the outside world. It’s the response I give when asked how I’m doing, even when I’m far from fine. It’s a well-practiced line, spoken so casually that I often forget its true meaning.

When did “hanging in there” become my default? Was it a gradual process, or did it happen overnight? Perhaps it was during the times when life threw its hardest punches at me, and I had no choice but to muster up the strength to endure. “Hanging in there” was my mantra during those tough times, helping me survive and keep moving forward.

It’s not that I don’t want to be honest with myself and others about how I truly feel. It’s just that I’ve become accustomed to downplaying my emotions, to put on a brave face even when I feel anything but brave. Admitting that I’m struggling somehow feels like a sign of weakness, as if I’m incapable of handling life’s ups and downs.

I want to find healthier ways to cope with life’s challenges, ones that don’t involve bottling up my emotions or putting on a façade of strength. Seeking support from loved ones, practicing self-compassion, and engaging in activities that nourish my soul will be instrumental in this journey of growth and self-discovery.

I want to find healthier ways to cope with life’s challenges, ones that don’t involve bottling up my emotions or putting on a façade of strength. Seeking support from loved ones, practicing self-compassion, and engaging in activities that nourish my soul will be instrumental in this journey of growth and self-discovery.