Suffering usually implies we have work to do. It is an indicator that we are holding onto something or someone that is no longer serving us.

We are creatures of habit. Stubborn as can be. In moving on from the toxicity of my family, I have only managed to replace it with another form.

Until I can effectively unburden myself of my need for the pain, I will not be free. It is like a form of addiction. And it needs to be excised cold turkey.

It’s a question of recognizing the original wound has not yet been healed. And will not be healed as long as I continue my unhealthy patterns.

Fighting against the pain will only prevent me from seeing the lesson. The pain serves as a reminder. Instead of fighting, I need to dig deeper.

There is wisdom in the wound. Therein lies my answer. And only by being open to whatever it has to teach me will I overcome my pain.

I have built up walls around the pain. Like a fortress, it is well-guarded. But I am the prisoner within. And only I have the key to escape.

Unhealthy patterns are nothing other than the walls buttressing our fort. And they need to be torn down. Demolished and eradicated.

They’re built defensively to protect us. But their existence is obstructive. Because they keep us mired. And they inhibit our progress.

Breaking free from our habits will lay us bare and leave us exposed. But only then can the wound be cauterized. And only then can we heal.