I am going to preface this by saying that this is a heavy topic today, but I need you to read it with an open mind and heart.  I’m not trying to point fingers or place blame.  I’m not trying to have a debate with anyone.  And, I’m definitely not trying to be ungrateful by any means.  I believe that most of us are good people, and do and say things with good intentions, but even good intentions can still be wrong or hurtful at times.  You may not like some of the things I have to say, or you may take offense to something, but I ask you to take a step back, and attempt to understand what I’m actually trying to get across here…


Life has such a beautiful and painful way of teaching us things, and if you pay attention, you can always come back stronger and better for it.

I often have thought about the saying, “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger,” and I have to be quite honest now – That saying is not true for everyone!

There are people who become bitter, or withdrawn, or vengeful, or even twisted from things that don’t kill them.

It only makes you stronger IF you are actually paying attention to the lesson at hand, and then go forth ACTING positively on that lesson for the rest of your life.

We have SOOO many inspirational quotes and sayings that we regurgitate to each other in difficult times, and we post them on Facebook, and share Instagram photos of them all the time.

It’s all well-intended and good…Buuut, unfortunately, most of us are still missing the mark.

And, a lot of us simply reiterate those sayings and phrases without actually understanding them and/or actually living by them.

Recently, I had a very disappointing experience, and it’s one that no one likes to talk about.  The problem, though, is that it happens all the time, and yet, because we don’t talk about it, most of us don’t know how to deal with it appropriately.


I want to talk about it…

Back in November 2014, I got pregnant.

We told our families at Christmas-time.  And, a few close friends.

I had a lot of morning sickness, but it was a welcoming symptom, because I knew the outcome would be well worth it!

I had my 8-week appointment, and was very excited for the first ultrasound.  We even brought Bailey to see the baby! 🙂

The doctor, however, was not excited about what he saw.  I have never felt such panic before in my life.  I honestly didn’t even know how to process that moment.

The doctor scheduled me for one week later to see if anything would change.

That was..the…longest…week…EVER!

And, it was everything I feared.  No growth.  No heartbeat.

No baby.

I have had many heartbreaks and disappointments in my short lifetime, monumental ones, at that, but never have I felt such a heavy heart like this one before.

I can’t even explain it to you, not even with the best Shakespearean phrases and poetic lyrics.

It’s something you have to feel for yourself.

And, many, many women have felt it before me.

It’s actually very common to miscarry.

What I learned from this experience, though, is that just because miscarriages are very common, and “everyone and their mom” have gone through it before, it doesn’t take away MY pain and disappointment.

Just because it’s common, and happens all the time, and tons of women have had this disappointment before me, that doesn’t change the fact that I am suffocating right now with heartache.

This is MY experience.

This is MY time to grieve and process.

This is MY heartache to have.

So often, the first things we want to say when someone is grieving are things like…

“It’s okay, it happens to everyone!  My mom and sister had miscarriages, too!”

“It’s not your fault.  It just wasn’t meant to be.  Something better will come along.”

“I had 3 miscarriages before I had Alex!  Betty had a miscarriage last year, too!  Don’t worry!”

“Be strong!  Hang in there!  Stay tough!  Keep trying!”

“I need you to stay strong for the rest of us!”

“God just has better plans for you!”

“The baby is in a better place!”

“Time will heal.”

We all mean well.  Of course we do!  I am so guilty of all of these, though.  And, mainly it’s because I personally have very little experience with death and situations of this magnitude.  So, I default to all of the things I’ve heard other people say before…Which, is what many of us do, too!

After it was confirmed that the baby had no heartbeat, I quickly shut down and avoided everyone, including my family.  Not because I didn’t want or need the support, because I totally did…But, because I didn’t want to hear all of those “thoughtful, yet completely regurgitated” phrases.

When I finally did start talking to people about it, it changed me in a lot of ways…

When someone told me, “It’s okay, honey, it happens to everyone!  It’s really common!” It made me feel like my experience wasn’t important, then, because I’m just a “number” among the thousands of miscarriages that happen in the world.  I’m no different, so no one really has the time to soothe me, since this happens to everyone all the time.

When someone said, “Stay strong!  Don’t cry!  You’ll get through this!  You’re so amazing and I’ve always known you to fight through things!” It made me feel like I wasn’t allowed to cry and break down…So, I did so underneath my covers late at night.

I was “shamed” into dealing with my pain privately and in secrecy.

The one time when I needed to let go, and let someone else hold me up, I was denied that.  I think because so many of us don’t know how to correctly support someone, we throw the responsibility back onto the person in pain.  Not intentionally, of course, but it’s an unfortunate coping mechanism that many of us use without even knowing it.

Don’t ever tell someone in pain that they, “Have to be strong” for you, or the kids, or whoever.  It puts far too heavy of a weight on their shoulders…shoulders that are already collapsing.  And, as uncomfortable as it can be to watch someone suffer, if you deny them that time and support, it can have detrimental consequences!

It’s okay to be sad, disappointed, angry, upset, and depressed.  It’s okay to cry.  It’s okay to “take a day off.”  It’s okay to let someone else take the lead for awhile as you recover.

There is a false notion that being in pain is a sign of “weakness.”  But, the opposite is true.  I find it heartbreaking that so often we convey the message to each other that feeling pain is “weakness,” and suppressing it is “strong.”

Stop doing that to each other!

I had one person tell me, “It just wasn’t meant to be.  There was just something wrong, and it got taken care of by nature.  It’s better this way.”  It made me feel like something was wrong with me.  And, no, it’s NOT better this way.  It would have been better if my pregnancy was healthy and worked out.

I think the absolute worst thing to say to anyone, though, is “Well, it could be worse.” Or, “It’s not the end of the world.”

Don’t ever say that to anyone.  Ever!

While technically those are both very true statements, and the intentions are to make the person realize that even in dark times, there’s always things to be grateful for still, those statements are actually telling the person, “Hey, come on, seriously, you don’t have it that bad.  Buck up!  You’re just being a big baby right now.  It’s not that big of a deal.  We’ve all been through worse things than you.  This is child’s play compared to others.  Quite your whining and crying.  You have it so good still.  I don’t want to hear anymore from you.”

Again, very well-intended words coming from a good place, but actually really offensive!

A few friends shared their own miscarriage experiences.  I get it.  They’re trying to make me feel like I’m not “alone.”  They’re trying to connect with me.  I appreciate that.

But, when they started talking about themselves, it took away from MY grieving.  I suddenly had to “share the stage” with them, and it just wasn’t the right time.

I needed the stage all to myself.  I needed them to just listen and let me cry.

I needed to be “the only one” right now.

I started thinking about all of the times I tried to support someone during a difficult time, and I cringed, because I’ve said all of those things before, but now I know how those things are received by the people in pain.

It made me want to call every single one of them and take back everything I regurgitated to them that was so cliche, typical, expected, and repeated by society.

Such empty words.

Now, I actually really hate the saying, “What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.”

I hate a lot of those sayings and quotes now, because we use and abuse them so often, and they are just a slap in the face to people in pain.

It was really hard for me to not show my annoyance with people, because I knew they were just trying to be supportive and helpful, and they all have the biggest hearts on the planet, so I appreciated the effort dearly.  I really did.

BUT, it made me realize how inaccurate we are at supporting each other (including me).

We’re doing it wrong.

All wrong.

And, it’s time that we admit that, and talk about how to do it better.

It’s actually quite simple, though.

Just be there.

Be present.  

Bring them dinner without asking them.  Do their laundry.  Take their garbage out.  Hold them tight when they break down, and just let them cry and scream and snot all over you, even if it’s for 3-hours.  Listen.  And, listen well.  Really listen!  Hold their hand.  Text them a quick hello.  Bring by a cup of Starbucks coffee.  Send some flowers.  Take them for a walk, and allow them to be silent the whole time, if they want.  Bring them some groceries.  Rent some movies and sit on the couch with them.  Take them to the beach and read a good book.  Babysit their kids for a few hours so they can do something else, even if it’s just taking a good, long nap.  And, respect their privacy, if they want it.

Let them have their time on stage.

Let them grieve and process.

Let them do it THEIR way, and NOT yours.

We all grieve and process differently.  But, I think we all need acknowledgment and validation of our own feelings.

We need to be able to be ourselves.

We need to be able to let go and be vulnerable, and, yes, even ugly, during times of pain.

And, often times, you don’t even need to say anything.  Leave the regurgitation behind…

Just be there.

Your presence is much louder than anything you can say!

You don’t need to be Superman.  You don’t need to be ever-wise and philosophical.  You don’t need to “fix it” for them.  You don’t need to be their life coach or psychologist.  You don’t need to be their savior.

You just need to be a friend that shows up!

Helping vs Pitying

helping-handWhen I was in college getting my B.A. in Psychology, I did an internship at a brain injury clinic for about 6 months.  By far, one of the most difficult and life-changing experiences ever!

I was only about 20 years old at the time, so still very young in many ways.

I remember my first day like it was yesterday.

The head counselor at the facility showed me around, introduced me to all of the patients that I would be working with, and then brought me into her office and shared each of their stories.  She showed me pictures of their past, and it was very surreal listening to her.

One girl, who was my age, went to Cal Berkeley on a Softball scholarship and had a serious boyfriend.  She was, by every definition, an amazing athlete and student with everything going for her.  Unfortunately, she was also Bulimic, and had a horrible stroke that left her brain damaged.  To this day, she still wears her softball clothes, and talks about her boyfriend, wondering if he’s coming tomorrow (He never came, ever).

A young man in his late 20’s was your classic daredevil and adrenaline-junky.  He loved extreme sports and breaking the rules!  One day, he was speeding on his motorcycle, which he was notorious for, and a cop tried to pull him over.  Rather than stopping, though, he tried to out-race the cop, because if he got one more speeding ticket, he’d lose his license.  Instead, he almost lost his life when he lost control and crashed.  He was left brain damaged, paralyzed on the left side, and with very limited communication.  Now, he tells everyone that he can to take the speeding ticket!

An older woman was in a bad car accident when she was only 15 years old, and it left her brain damaged.  However, she is extremely aware of her situation, and lives her life “trapped in her body.”  You can imagine her frustration and anger.  She knows exactly what she wants to do and say, and how to do it, but her body does not cooperate with her demands very well.  She wants to paint a red circle, her fingers won’t grip the paint brush, so she has to use her fingers like chopsticks, and then as she’s going in for the red paint, her arm will twitch and go into the green.  She starts to paint a circle, and it turns into zig zags.  She battles with resentment.

A middle-aged man who was a Heroin-addict had a stroke and was left brain-damaged, and it gave his wife a way out of the dysfunctional relationship.  She took the kids and ran far, far away.  I will say, though, he had an incredible sense of humor, and was always laughing and telling himself jokes.  Sometimes, though, he didn’t make any sense and would just jibber-jabber.  Many of his behaviors were similar to Tourettes.  He also thought that his wife and kids were still at home waiting for him, and he was just hanging out with his friends here.

Another older woman was going about her day like any other day at home.  Then, someone knocked on her door, and when she opened it, they shot her in the face and ran.  They still have no idea who it was and why.  She obviously survived, but was left brain-damaged, and had no idea she was brain-damaged.  She is highly functioning, and very happy and positive, but she also has a lot of delusions.

It was A LOT to take in, and I felt so overwhelmed and depressed.  The head counselor could see my emotions on my face, and then she very quickly said, “Kara – You can’t feel sorry for them!!!  They don’t need your pity.  They need your help.  They need to know that there’s still a life to live, and that you’ll be there to help and share in that life.  If you start to feel sorry for them, they’ll know it, and you will be useless to them, and I can’t have you here like that.  Got it?!”

It jolted me a bit when she said this.  But, it needed to be said, and as I spent more time at that clinic, I realized more and more what she meant by that.

My first week, admittedly, I felt sorry for them, and I pitied all of them and their situations.  I looked at them as sorry souls, and I treated them as such.  I treated them almost like babies, I was overly sweet and overly helpful, and the head counselor finally pulled me aside.  Very sternly, but from a good place, she said, “Kara, remember what we talked about?  You aren’t helping them right now.  You are patronizing them.  They don’t need your pity.  If you can’t be with them as human beings, then we don’t need you here.”

It was the slap in the face I needed.

After that, I slowly but surely started to see them as the people they were.  Over time, they were no longer “victims” or “sorry souls,” but actual people with their own personalities and qualities.

The motorcycle guy was very loving and outgoing, and he always like to flirt with me.  Every time we sang the Beatles song, “I Want To Hold Your Hand,” he made sure to sit next to me in the circle so he could hold my hand.  A moment in the day that I always looked forward to.  He also loved doing art activities, and enjoyed the Heroin-addicts jokes.  He had a great sense of humor, but he was also very passionate about talking to teenagers and college students about speeding, and the consequences of poor actions.

The woman who was shot in the face, although she had delusions, they were thankfully happy ones.  She thought the sun followed her, and was especially bright when she was especially happy.  She believed that every man who talked to her was trying to flirt with her.  She always wanted to make sure we were happy and well taken care of.  She often asked me if I was okay, and that if I ever needed anything, she could get it for me.  She was just a happy person, and you couldn’t help but be in a good mood around her.

The older woman who was in the car accident when she was a teenager, she was my hardest one.  She hated me initially, but only because I was what she wanted to be…What she missed out on.  I was a reminder to her of what she was taken away from.

My first week, when I was feeling sorry for all of them, she knew it, and that made her hate me even more.  Because she fully understands her situation, and knows she’ll always be trapped inside her own body, having me feel sorry for her only added salt to the wound.  She never wanted me to help her, and I don’t blame her.

Over time, once she saw how I changed, and how I interacted with the others, not out of pity, but out of love, she slowly started to warm up to me.  It took a good 3 months, but finally, one day, she let me sit with her and paint.  She accidentally knocked over one of the paint cups, and as I got up to get a paper towel, she watched me with hesitation.

The old me who pitied them would have cleaned it all up for her and got her a new cup, but instead, I handed her the paper towel and told her, “No big deal.  Just wipe it up and then get a new cup. The paint is right over there.  If you need any help, just let me know.  I’ll finish painting this heart while you do that.”

It was as if I “passed the test” with her.

All she ever wanted was to be treated like a normal human being who is capable of simple tasks, like cleaning up a little spill.  From that moment on, her and I had an awesome relationship, and it was by far one of the most rewarding experiences for me.

So…Why am I sharing all of this with you?

Well…I think a lot of times we pity each other, rather than help each other, and most of the time we don’t even realize it.  Most of us are very empathetic and compassionate people, and when we see someone in a difficult situation, especially someone we care about, it’s only natural to want to feel sorry for them and help out.

BUT… As I have learned from my internship in college, there is a HUUUUGE difference between helping and pitying.

Nobody needs pity.

Everyone can use a little more love, though.

And, don’t we all appreciate it when we are treated like an adult, and not a helpless, poor little soul?!

Whenever someone comes to me with a problem, I constantly remind myself of the brain injury clinic.

Sometimes, I still falter, and will pity someone’s situation, but then I quickly remember what the head counselor told me so many years ago, and I switch gears.

No doubt, when someone initially comes to me and says that their mother just died from breast cancer, and their brother just went back to prison, and they are on the verge of an ugly divorce, I will give sympathy and prayers.  I’ll be a shoulder, if need be, and a listening ear.  But, then when all is said and done, I’ll help them to MOVE ON, because no matter what life throws at us, time continues to tick.

So, don’t ever take my lack of “Aw, poor baby” as a sign of a cold-heart or a lack of sympathy.  When I push you, it’s not because I’m being mean or insensitive.  When I hold you accountable, and not let you use your situation as an excuse, it’s not because I don’t understand or don’t care.

It’s because I DO understand, and I DO care.  It’s because I want you to succeed and believe in yourself.  It’s because I want to help you to remember that you are worth it, and you are capable of it.

It’s because if I enable you and pity you, I am only adding to the poison.

“The only limitations are the ones that you give yourself.”

When we pity each other, we give each other limitations.  We allow the situation to define the person, rather than grow the person.

When I treated the brain injury patients like brain injury patients, they fulfilled the label with me, and there was no growth between us.  That’s what the head counselor meant when she said I was useless to them if I couldn’t stop pitying them.  When I finally realized there was so much more to them than just the brain injury, suddenly, they had so much more to give with me.

Pity, although coming from a good place, is actually a crippling device.

Look past the situation, and into the heart and soul of the person.  If you really want to help someone, you have to be the one who sees past the wheelchair or the Down Syndrome.  Your decisions to help have to be made based on what will grow them, and not based on the fact that their husband just cheated on them, or that they were just diagnosed with cancer.

As I said earlier, our intentions are obviously sweet and coming from a good heart.  But, there really is a big difference between actually helping someone, and pitying them.

So, the next time you find yourself running to the rescue, make sure it’s the right kind of help!