Ozonḓu: When doing 'so well' still ends in tears

There are moments in adulthood that arrive quietly. No dramatic soundtrack. No warning signs flashing red. Just a random Tuesday afternoon where you sit across from a therapist, trying to explain why your chest feels heavy despite everything in your life finally starting to make sense.And somehow, before the sentence is even complete, you are crying.Not graceful tears either. The kind that catch you off guard. The kind that embarrass you because you walked into that office convinced you were “doing better".Because you were doing better. You survived the heartbreak. You became more disciplined. You started showing up for yourself. You learned how to say no. You prayed more. Worked harder. Smiled easier. From the outside, it looked like growth.So why does it still hurt?That is the uncomfortable truth about growing pains nobody prepares you for: healing is not linear. Sometimes growth looks less like a glow-up and more like grief. Grief for old versions of yourself. Grief for the years spent surviving. Grief for the child inside you who learned too early how to be strong.I think many of us secretly believe that once we “fix” ourselves, sadness disappears forever. That once we become self-aware, emotionally intelligent, spiritually grounded, successful, or healed, we somehow graduate from pain. But life does not work that way. Sometimes the very act of becoming better cracks you open wider than before.Because growth requires honesty.And honesty will drag buried things to the surface. The loneliness you disguised as independence. The exhaustion hidden beneath ambition. The fear beneath perfectionism. The quiet ache of wanting to be loved gently after years of pretending you did not need anyone.Sitting in that therapist’s office, I realised something terrifying and freeing at the same time: I was not crying because I was failing. I was crying because I had finally become safe enough to feel.For years, survival mode convinces us numbness is strength. Keep moving. Keep producing. Keep performing. But eventually the body keeps score. The heart keeps score too. And one day, without permission, it all spills out in a room with soft lighting and tissue boxes.Maybe that is what growing pains really are. Not proof that we are broken, but evidence that we are stretching beyond old emotional cages. Evidence that the version of ourselves we built to survive can no longer contain the person we are becoming.And maybe healing is not becoming someone unrecognisable. Maybe it is finally allowing yourself to be human.So yes, I cried at the therapist’s office.After doing so well.And here we are.Still growing.

Ozonḓu: When doing 'so well' still ends in tears

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Namibian Sun 2026-06-30

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Ozonḓu: When doing 'so well' still ends in tears

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