Sacred Pain
I used to believe suffering was something to solve. If I could just understand it, heal it, rise above it, then I could get back to living. Pain felt like an interruption, an error in my design. Something that meant I had taken a wrong turn or failed to listen closely enough. So I became efficient at avoiding it. I stayed busy. I stayed productive. I stayed “active.” I learned how to keep moving even while something inside me was quietly bleeding. What I see now is that suffering isn’t in the way of life. It is doing something essential. Suffering slows us when speed would cost us our depth. It arrives when the pace we’ve chosen no longer matches the truth of who we are becoming. It interrupts momentum not to punish us, but to return us to ourselves. Every time my life has forced me to stop, it has been because I was about to abandon something sacred, my body, my values, my intuition, my heart. Suffering dismantles the identities that once kept us safe. The roles, beliefs, and st...