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The pain you cannot see is still pain — and it deserves the same care as any broken bone
By Amb. Wanjohi P. Mugambi | ULTO
We know exactly what to do with physical pain. If you cut your hand, you wash it, bandage it, go to hospital if you need to. People see it. People say sorry. But there is another kind of pain that has no bandage, no X-ray, no plaster.
Mental pain is the pain of being rejected for a job you were fully qualified for. The pain of friends disappearing when the money runs out. The pain of a marriage falling apart. The pain of failing an exam after studying through the night. The pain of sitting in a bedsitter in Kayole with a degree on the wall and an empty pot on the stove. This pain is real — not imagined, not exaggerated. Brain scans confirm that social rejection activates the same part of the brain as physical injury. That is why heartbreak can physically hurt in your chest. That is why unemployment can make your entire body feel heavy and exhausted.
Psychologists call this psychache — the pain of a mind that says, “I cannot continue like this.” In Africa, we have been taught to hide that pain. We have phrases designed to silence it: a man must endure; be strong; stop crying, you are not alone — said in a tone that tells you to shut up and carry on. Endurance is a virtue. But endurance without expression becomes poison. A pot with no outlet for steam will eventually explode.
Mental pain, when kept inside for too long, becomes mental illness — not because the person is weak, but because the brain, like any other organ, can become overwhelmed. Just as the stomach develops ulcers when exposed to too much acid for too long, the brain develops depression when subjected to too much disappointment, shame and loneliness for too long without rest and support.
There are signs that the pain has grown beyond what you should carry alone. Sleeping too much or too little. Eating excessively or losing your appetite entirely. Feeling exhausted even after rest. Losing interest in the things you once loved — football, music, faith, conversation. Feeling worthless, like a burden. Withdrawing from people, dreading phone calls, fearing the outside world. Having thoughts like, “People would be better off without me.”
If three or more of those have been true for you for more than two weeks, it is not laziness. It is your mind asking for help — the same way a fever asks for medicine.
Pain becomes depression when it goes unspoken and unsupported for too long. Think of soil. One day of rain and the soil drinks it in — good. Sixty days of rain without a single hour of sun and you have a flood, not growth. Three rivers are flooding many minds in Kenya today.
The first is rejection. We tell our children to study hard and get a good job. Then they enter a job market that absorbs perhaps 200,000 people a year out of the more than one million young people entering it. A graduate spends two years knocking on doors. Every regret email quietly tells their brain: you are not enough. After twenty of those, the brain begins to believe it — even though the truth is that this is an economic reality, not a personal failure. And then parents, however lovingly, ask: when will you marry? What have you built? Each question adds weight.
The second river is loneliness. We live in an age of a thousand Facebook friends and five hundred followers, but zero people to call at two in the morning when the chest tightens. City life in Nairobi, Mombasa and Kisumu is crowded, but profoundly lonely. Everyone is hustling. When money runs low, many friends go quiet. The phone that once rang all day falls silent. The brain, which is wired for community and belonging, registers that silence as danger — and begins to shut down to conserve energy. That is why a person in depression stays in bed. Not laziness. The brain in survival mode.
The third river is shame. Many Kenyans carry trauma that has never been spoken aloud — childhood violence, sexual abuse, domestic pain, betrayal in business. We are told to forget it and move on. But the body does not forget. Trauma lives in the nervous system. Guilt says you did something wrong. Shame says you are something wrong. Shame locks you in from the inside.
When rejection, loneliness and shame flow together for months without a safe person to say “I am here, I am not going anywhere” — the flood happens. That flood is depression, anxiety, panic attacks.
Our culture can make things worse by reaching immediately for spiritual explanations: you have demons, you lack faith, you are bewitched. Sometimes pain is simply pain — pain that needs human care, not exorcism. Prayer helps. Prayer combined with honest conversation, professional support and genuine rest heals faster and more completely.
Healing does not mean the pain disappears. Healing means the pain no longer controls your life.
Talk to someone. Not a hundred people online — one safe person who will listen without trying to fix you or judge you. A mother, a sibling, a pastor who truly listens, a counsellor. If there is no one in your life right now, call a professional:
Kenya Red Cross — 1199 (Suicide prevention helpline, free, 24 hours)
ULTO CARE — 0718 770 343
Saying “I am not okay, I am hurting” is not weakness. It is courage — the same courage it takes to say “I have malaria, I am going to the hospital.”
And if the weight feels impossible right now, start small. Sweep the house. Wash the dishes. Take a twenty-minute walk around the estate. Water one plant. Teach one child something. Small acts tell the brain: I can still do things. The brain responds by producing dopamine again. In a farm, you do not plough ten acres on the first day. You plant one row.
You have survived every single one of your worst days so far. That is not a small thing.
Your pain is real. But it is not permanent. A mind, like soil after a flood, can grow again — if given sunlight, rest and care.
You are not alone.
If thoughts of not wanting to live are coming to you, please call 1199 now. Someone is there, and they want to listen. It is not too late to heal. It is not too late to dream.
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