All of us have ways in which we mask and cover our pain.
Humor was a good way to hide the pain.
Even when times are tough, I learned to hide behind a smile.
Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts—not to hurt others.
I don't think any other emotion is the equivalent of laughter. So I do whatever I can to laugh all the time and to hide my pain.
I was hurting. I had some ailments I was dealing with. It's not like I was holding out.
When we reach reflexively for something to dull an ache inside of us, in that very moment of reaching, we are hiding from our pain. We're storing it away. Tamping it down.
I don't want to show my pain. I resisted; I hesitated. I tried to be invisible, to pretend that nothing was wrong. It's impossible; it's not like me.
I used to keep injuries to myself. It would just make it worse and worse. Now I'm having none of that.
Sometimes you do have a good time. But when it gets to the point where you're sitting in your home and you're just trying to cover what you don't want people to know. It's painful. And then you want more just so that you don't let anybody see you cry. Or anybody to see we're not happy.
