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Pain

Pain as defined by Merriam Webster: a mental or emotional suffering: sadness caused by some emotional or mental problem.

“Life is painful and messed up. It gets complicated at the worst of times, and sometimes you have no idea where to go or what to do. Lots of times people just let themselves get lost, dropping into a wide open, huge abyss. But that's why we have to keep trying. We have to push through all that hurts us, work past all our memories that are haunting us. Sometimes the things that hurt us are the things that make us strongest. A life without experience, in my opinion, is no life at all. And that's why I tell everyone that, even when it hurts, never stop yourself from living.”― Alysha Speer

Pain is an ultimate part of life. There is no getting around it, no matter how rich, poor, prominent, happy, one person is; pain is inevitable. However, it is what we do with the pain that can determine where we go and react. I can’t say I am a specialist, but I have spent the better part of 30 years trying to evade pain. I have tried every avenue available to avoid being hurt. There is NO such avenue. It’s ironic that I can see when another person is enabling the hurt, but yet, I continue to struggle with the same issue.

Ultimately, most forms of pain are caused by someone (s) that has hurt us. We give them so much power and control over our lives, because we have lost sight of who we are. That is probably the most tragic part of certain pain and suffering. No matter how far we search. How wide. There is only One that can heal our brokenness. Re-reading so much of my work shows me that I still struggle with surrendering my life and my will completely to the one true Healer. May I seek Him with my whole soul even when it is the last thing I want to do….



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