One should always consider when taking action, not only the joy and pleasure that follows, but also the anguish and length of discomfort; especially when the anguish affects another party.
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? (Just to give you an idea, Proust's reply was 'To be separated from Mama.') I think that the lowest depth of misery ought to be distinguished from the highest pitch of anguish. In the lower depths come enforced idleness, sexual boredom, and/or impotence. At the highest pitch, the death of a friend or even the fear of the death of a child.
This worldβs anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.
Iβd rather be hated by standing for whatβs right than enduring emotional anguish for remaining silent; by remaining silent there is no confrontation nor truth and peace prevails.