Everyday I learn to breathe through different types of pain.
Everyday I learn that there are different types of pain, and they build upon each other. Like apartments, they stack one upon the other. Everyday I find that the pain gets a little heavier, a little darker, a little deeper.
But something must be wrong with me, because despite those facts, everyday my hope gets a little stronger, a little brighter, a little wider.
And I find that I am a walking contradiction of pain and hope. Darkness and light. War and peace. Brokenness and healing.
I am not okay, and that is okay.
Pain brings about a different kind of living that cannot be exchanged for anything. It is a priceless sort of gift that teaches you how to survive. And in this world, aren't we all just trying to survive?
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