
If You’re Going Through Hell, Keep Going
There are seasons in life when everything feels worse before it gets better, when the ground beneath your carefully built world shifts and the coping strategies that carried you this far stop working. This post is for the woman in the middle of that passage: exhausted, destabilized, and wondering if she’s doing this wrong. She isn’t. In my work with driven women over fifteen-plus years, I’ve come to understand what “keep going” actually requires, and it isn’t what the poster on the wall implies.
- The Weight of a Hard Season
- What Does “Keep Going” Actually Mean?
- What’s Happening in the Brain During a Hard Season?
- How Does Enduring Show Up for Driven Women?
- The Grief No One Validates
- Both/And: This Is Hard AND You Have What It Takes?
- The Systemic Lens: Whose “Hell” Is Systemic?
- How Do You Actually Keep Going When You’re In It?
- Frequently Asked Questions
- Related Reading
The Weight of a Hard Season
There’s a specific quality to the air in a hard season. It isn’t dramatic, not always. It doesn’t announce itself with a collapse. It’s more like waking up and noticing, again, that the weight is still there.
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Simone is 46. She’s a regional operations director, the person her team calls when a launch is falling apart. Her Nalgene bottle, the one with a faded conference sticker from three jobs ago, sits sweating on the kitchen counter at 5:40 a.m. She’s already dressed. She hasn’t eaten. Six weeks ago, her younger brother died suddenly, and the funeral was on a Tuesday, and she was back on a client call by Thursday because she didn’t know what else to do with herself.
“I keep waiting to feel like I’m handling it,” she told me in our second session, turning her coffee mug in slow half-circles on the arm of the chair. “Everyone keeps telling me how strong I’m being. I don’t feel strong. I feel like I’m watching myself from outside my own body, doing a very convincing impression of a person who’s fine.”
Sitting with Simone that morning, I felt the particular ache I’ve come to recognize in driven women moving through the middle of something enormous while still, somehow, showing up to their lives. Not pity. Something closer to recognition. She wasn’t falling apart. She was doing the thing that looks, from the inside, indistinguishable from falling apart, and is actually the slow, unglamorous work of getting through.
Maybe you know exactly what brought your hard season on. A death. A diagnosis. A marriage that ended badly, or slowly, or both, sometimes tangled up with a bond that took years to name accurately. A pattern that traces back to an attachment style you didn’t choose and didn’t understand until now. Or maybe you don’t know exactly why everything feels so difficult. You only know that it does, that you’re exhausted in a way sleep doesn’t fix, that something in the architecture of your daily life has shifted and the blueprints no longer match the building.
Churchill’s line gets quoted constantly. “If you’re going through hell, keep going.” It shows up on motivational posters, in the kind of well-meaning texts that land in your phone from people who care about you but aren’t quite in it with you. There’s something true in it. There really is. But when you’re actually in the hell, the instruction to keep going can feel hollow at best and, at worst, like one more demand on a body that’s already at its limit. Like being told to run when you can barely stand upright.
So let’s slow this down and actually interrogate what “keep going” means when everything hurts, not as a performance of strength but as a lived, embodied practice specific to you, your history, your nervous system.
And if you’re in crisis right now, if you’re having thoughts of suicide or self-harm, please call or text 988 (the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline) before you read another word. You deserve real support, not just words on a screen.
What Does “Keep Going” Actually Mean?
“Keep going” sounds self-evident until you’re actually in it. Then it raises a hundred questions. Keep going where? Keep going how? At what cost, at what pace, and what exactly counts as forward when every part of you wants to stop?
I want to offer two frameworks here, not as competing answers but as different lenses on the same hard reality. The first comes from Viktor Frankl, MD, PhD, psychiatrist, neurologist, Holocaust survivor, and author of Man’s Search for Meaning, one of the most-read books of the twentieth century. Frankl survived four Nazi concentration camps, including Auschwitz, and what he observed in himself and in others was that the people most able to endure unimaginable suffering were the ones who could locate some sense of meaning inside it. Not in spite of it. Inside it. “Life is never made unbearable by circumstances,” Frankl wrote, “but only by lack of meaning and purpose.”
This doesn’t mean your hell needs a silver lining. Frankl rejected that kind of forced positivity. What he meant was subtler: even a small thread of purpose, staying alive for someone you love, choosing how you respond to what you can’t control, can make endurance possible. The thread doesn’t have to be grand. It just has to be real.
The window of tolerance is the zone of emotional arousal within which a person can function effectively: processing feelings, thinking clearly, engaging relationally. Daniel Siegel, MD, clinical professor of psychiatry at UCLA, developed this concept to explain how stress and trauma narrow this window, making a person more susceptible to hyperarousal (anxiety, rage) or hypoarousal (shutdown, numbness).
In plain terms: When you’re in a hard season, your emotional bandwidth shrinks. Things that wouldn’t normally bother you feel unbearable. That’s your window of tolerance narrowing, not a personal failing. Understanding this means you can stop blaming yourself for struggling and start working with your nervous system instead of against it.
The second framework comes from Russ Harris, PhD, psychologist, Acceptance and Commitment Therapy practitioner, and author of The Happiness Trap. Where Frankl emphasizes meaning, Harris emphasizes acceptance: the willingness to have difficult thoughts and feelings without being controlled by them. In ACT, “keep going” doesn’t mean suppressing pain. It means carrying your pain with you while still moving toward what matters, acting in line with your values even while feeling terrible.
Put these two frameworks together and something useful emerges. Keep going is not about performing strength or pretending you’re okay. It’s about locating, even minimally, some thread of meaning or value that makes the next step possible, and then taking that step. Not because you feel ready. Not because the hell has cleared. Because the thread is there, and you can feel it.
What’s Happening in the Brain During a Hard Season?
There’s actual biology underneath this, and I think it helps to know it, not as a way to explain away your pain, but as a way to understand why the pain feels so consuming.
When you’re in a sustained hard season, your brain is running a threat-response program built for short-term survival. Your amygdala, the alarm system deep in the limbic brain, is heightened and reactive, scanning constantly for danger. Your prefrontal cortex, the part responsible for perspective and planning, has reduced access to the driver’s seat. This is why, mid-hard-season, you lose the capacity to imagine the future accurately. Not because things won’t get better, but because the part of your brain that holds perspective is running in low-power mode.
I recently found myself returning to Martin H. Teicher, MD, PhD, director of the Developmental Biopsychiatry Research Program at McLean Hospital, Harvard Medical School, and his research with Susan L. Andersen, PhD, professor of psychiatry at Harvard Medical School. Their landmark paper on the neurobiological consequences of early stress documents how sustained stress reshapes the hypothalamic-pituitary-adrenal axis and structural brain development, not just in childhood but across the lifespan when stress is prolonged (Teicher & Andersen, PMID: 12732221). What stayed with me is how physiological this is. Your exhaustion during a hard season isn’t a character flaw. It’s neurohumoral. Your body is doing exactly what stressed bodies do.
This is important: the inability to imagine a way through is a neurological state, not a fact about the future.
At the same time, research on post-traumatic growth, the documented phenomenon in which people emerge from hard seasons with genuinely greater psychological resources, suggests something real can happen in the brain during sustained adversity. Alexander D. Stover and Josh Shulkin, researchers whose 2024 meta-analysis I’ve returned to more than once this year, found that cognitive reappraisal, the skill of subjectively reinterpreting a stressful experience in a more workable light, is strongly associated with personal resilience (Stover & Shulkin, PMID: 38657292). That’s not the same as toxic positivity. Reappraisal isn’t pretending the hard season is fine. It’s the specific cognitive skill of finding a workable interpretation of a genuinely hard fact, and it’s trainable.
Cognitive reappraisal is an emotion-regulation strategy that involves reinterpreting the meaning of a stressful or adverse experience in order to change its emotional impact. It’s one of the most consistently studied predictors of resilience in the psychological literature.
In plain terms: This isn’t about deciding your hard season is secretly a gift. It’s about finding one interpretation of what’s happening that you can actually work with, rather than one that leaves you frozen. Small reframes, done honestly, change how your nervous system processes the same hard facts.
Research by psychologist and neuroscientist Lisa Feldman Barrett, PhD, adds another layer: emotions are constructed, not delivered. What you experience as despair is the brain’s best prediction about what’s happening, built from everything it has accumulated about the past. In a hard season, the brain over-indexes on negative prediction because the threat-response system is activated. The weight you feel is real, and it’s also, in part, a story your nervous system is telling based on incomplete information. You don’t have to believe every story it offers you.
What this all suggests, practically: in the middle of a hard season, your brain needs external scaffolding, from other people, from routine, from meaning, to compensate for the prefrontal access it’s temporarily lost. You weren’t designed to endure alone. The neuroscience says so.
How Does Enduring Show Up for Driven Women?
Simone’s experience points to something I see constantly in my work: driven women often carry a very high bar for what counts as “handling it.” Functioning isn’t the same as thriving, in their reckoning, and anything less than demonstrable progress can feel like stagnation or failure. But functioning during a hard season is not nothing. It’s actually quite a lot. The bar for enough has to shift when the circumstances are genuinely difficult.
Six weeks into our work, Simone told me something that’s stayed with me. “I keep waiting to feel like I’m getting through it,” she said, still turning that same mug in her hands. “But I can’t tell if I’m actually getting through it, or just surviving it.” That distinction, between getting through and merely surviving, is something a lot of driven women get stuck on. Surviving was unconscious, automatic. Getting through implied intention and agency. What we worked on together wasn’t reframing her brother’s death as an opportunity, it wasn’t, but something more elemental: recognizing that her continued functioning, showing up, not giving up, getting out of bed, was itself the evidence she was looking for.
Not every hard season looks like Simone’s. Yumiko, 41, a product design lead, came to me eight months into caregiving for her father after his stroke, a very different shape of hard season than grief but no less consuming. She kept a laminated care schedule folded in her bag, next to a phone whose lock screen was a photo of him before the stroke, laughing at something off camera. “People keep telling me I’m so patient,” she said, unfolding the schedule and refolding it without looking at it. “I’m not patient. I’m just doing the next thing on the list because if I stop to feel it, I don’t know what happens.” Her hard season had no funeral, no clean before-and-after. It just kept going, week after week, with no visible finish line.


