Now I know that no one
take away my pain.
My pain is my own
to make my own
– Najwa Zebian, The Nectar of Pain
And again, in case instagram disappears:
Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it way or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
– Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things via instagram @messyheadss
I lead you to my pain. We look at it together. I ask you to get rid of it. You have another idea. You listen to my fears, and wait for me to gather my courage. And then we step into it.
You stay with me when I think I can’t bear it anymore. I’m always wrong about that, and you know it. Sometimes we pause, and then wade on.
You say you can see the other side. Blinded by tears, I can only see the next step. But I trust you, so we wade on.
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