Our very first reaction to the word and idea of pain is always physical. After all, pain is something that we often feel, which allows us to have physical symptoms.
But there is that abstract pain that tears our hearts out. It is almost as though our chests are tightening and we are just awaiting the impending death that looms over our soul to devour us and take us home.
That pain is emotional.
Lately that is how I have been feeling.
I am grateful for the high days as they remind me of happiness and a much calmer life where things are mellow and vibrant.
On the contrary, there are those days when I think that my anxiety itself is so overwhelming I probably wont make it.
There are other days when I am able to express myself and say how I feel. And there are those days when I think speaking of my struggles is too much. It it as though every time I speak I am reliving my trauma.
So instead, I stay confused, depressed and alone.
But the funny thing is, “numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it,” J.K. Rowling.
So I try to embrace my pain thinking that at the end of my endurance there should be a happy ending.
And I guess that’s hope.