That is what I have been trying to do, and most of the time I can. For those times when it just doesn’t happen I try to find a quiet spot and have my grumpy Bah Humbug moment, then I dry the tears, paste a smile on and hope for the best.
Sometimes I feel like a HUGE hypocrite or fake though. I am smiling, laughing, teasing others, piling in and helping however I can to make things brighter, better for others . . . and yet if they could see inside, see how I am really doing . . . sometimes the facade cracks and they catch a glimpse of the pain, the hurt, the darkness and the ugliness that is inside, but then the gap is closed. It isn’t safe to let the crack widen too much, to let someone inside, it is too dangerous. And so I go on smiling, laughing and all the rest and I bury it all - physically, mentally and emotionally.