This is part of my journey. Please excuse the raw, unfinished, unedited migrainous night musings / ramblings of a brain in pain; but I thought they might be worth sharing.
All alone, in the dark, is where the true torture happens. The incessant pain is magnified by the lies that it tells. When will it end feels like a question not worth asking. The pain decides without your consent.
Mind racing. Heart thumping, Head pounding, Body screaming.
The light of hope seems so soft and dim, but it's what holds us together when the night seems to never end.
Day in and day out, the pain becomes an unwelcome but constant companion. Sometimes it's there lurking in the shadows, sometimes it walks right along side of us, and sometimes it completely overtakes us.
Regardless of how wonderful a support network we have, there are moments that simply have to be faced alone. In the dead of night, when everyone is sleeping, the pain, anxiety, and isolation make their move.
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Darkness breeds darkness.
Incessant pain tells us lies.
We must seek the light.
We may feel alone,
But we never truly are.
Reach out and have faith.
Stark desert. Dark night.
Looking for a small reprieve
From the pain and fight.
“Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.” - Ovid