The Emotional Cost of Saying “I’m Fine,” and Why So Many Women Mean It Even When It’s Not True
- Brainz Magazine
- Jun 11
- 4 min read
Written by Michelle Wollaston, Spiritual Growth Advocate
Michelle Wollaston is the founder of Living with Purpose and Intention and the author of the book Embrace Spirituality to Enhance Your Human Experience.
On the morning of my father’s funeral, I was physically assaulted by my life partner of 27 years, the father of my three sons. There wasn’t enough time to assess the damage. I didn’t check for bruises. I didn’t ask myself how I felt. I just did what I’d always done. I switched into high-functioning mode.
I got in the car, alone, with my seven-year-old son. He had been up and dressed, already ready to go, as if his little body knew there wasn’t room for chaos that morning, and I drove the four hours to say goodbye to my dad. And I carried us both.
Somewhere along that road, the physical pain began to surface. That dull, spreading ache beneath the skin, the kind that starts as tightness and grows heavier as your body begins to register what your mind has pushed down, I could feel it settling in. But I kept driving. I kept going. I had to.
I didn’t consciously decide to carry on as if nothing had happened. I wouldn’t have known how to stop. I didn’t know how to fall apart. And more truthfully, I didn’t know I was allowed to.
It wasn’t a choice. It was autopilot. A survival response built over years of being the strong one, of holding the silence, of watching people know what was happening, and choosing not to act.
So, I carried it. Quietly. The way I always had.
When I arrived at the funeral, I hugged people. I held space. I smiled where I needed to.
And I said the words that women like me are conditioned to say.
“I’m fine.” But I wasn’t fine. And surely it must have seemed odd to someone that my life partner wasn’t by my side, that my other two sons weren’t there to support me and to say goodbye to their Pappa.
But no one asked. No one questioned why I was standing there alone. Because I didn’t look like someone in crisis. I looked like someone who had it handled.
I was a grieving daughter, a mother in survival mode, and a woman carrying an ache that had no language. That is the cost of “I’m fine.”
The emotional performance of strength
You can be high-functioning and still be quietly falling apart. You can be admired, dependable, and generous, and still feel invisible in your own life. When you’re used to being the strong one, you learn to perform resilience. You smile. You show up. You keep going. And eventually, people stop asking how you are, because you’ve made it look easy for so long.
In my previous article, Are You Quietly Disappearing Into Your Own Life, I wrote about the subtle ways women begin to vanish beneath responsibility and silence. This piece looks at what that disappearance costs, especially when pain is swallowed behind the phrase, “I’m fine.”
But just because you’re good at coping doesn’t mean you’re okay. It means you’ve normalised emotional isolation. It means you've been living in survival mode, not presence.
What “I’m fine” really means
“I’m fine” doesn’t always mean what it sounds like. Sometimes it means:
I don’t know how to explain it
I’ve learned not to expect support
I’m holding too much to fall apart now
No one ever made space for my pain, so I stopped making space for it too
If I tell the truth, someone might think I caused it
Someone might ask, “What did you do to make him so angry?”
Or worse, they’ll think I’m overreacting. That I’m being dramatic. That I’m making it about me
For many women, it’s not a lie. It’s a trained response. A reflex that becomes a role. A role that becomes your identity. Until eventually, you don’t just silence your needs, you forget you have any.
The slow disappearance of self
Every time you say “I’m fine” when you’re not, you disappear a little. You move further away from your truth. You lose touch with what it means to be seen, heard, or held.
You convince others, and yourself, that you’re okay, even when your body, your spirit, and your heart are saying otherwise. And the longer that performance continues, the harder it becomes to come back to the woman underneath.
Relearning honesty gently
Coming back to yourself doesn’t need to be dramatic. You don’t have to explain everything to everyone or unravel all at once. Start with something small. Each morning, ask yourself: “How am I, really?” Let whatever rises be enough. No fixing. No judgement. Just the truth.
Your honesty is not an inconvenience. Your truth is not too much. And your healing doesn’t need to wait for everything to fall apart.
You’re not alone, and you never were
You may see and hear yourself in these words. And still, a part of you might say, “No, this isn’t me.” While another small voice quietly whispers, “Yes, it is.” You may not feel ready to talk to someone. You may not know where to begin. That’s okay. Just start here.
The Self-Reconnection Guide was created by me, for you, for this moment. For the woman who isn’t quite ready to unravel everything but knows something has to shift.
Inside, you’ll find a deeper look at the patterns we carry, gentle strategies to support your return, journal prompts to help you reconnect with your voice, and a 30-day planner to hold you while you begin.
You are not broken. You are not too much. You are not here to disappear. You are here to live.
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Michelle Wollaston, Spiritual Growth Advocate
Michelle Wollaston is an intuitive psychic known for her deep connection to the subtle energies that shape our lives. With an innate ability to sense and interpret the emotional and spiritual landscapes of others, she guides individuals in uncovering their true paths. Through her writing and workshops, Michelle creates a nurturing community for those eager to explore the transformative power of spirituality. She empowers individuals to embark on journeys of self-discovery, encouraging connections with their inner selves. Her passion lies in helping others embrace their true essence and create meaningful experiences that resonate with their highest potential.
