Pain

We all have a story to tell mines just deeper than a well and painful than a birth of a new born baby. Anxiety and fear almost caused my own demise making me more susceptible and vulnerable to dangerous thoughts of self destruction. As the burden of life held me down in a chokehold I laid helpless and relentless unable to escape its wrath. And each time I try to catch a break things start to go left again as if it was by designed or may be my causes had caught up with it’s effects. As I hold on to resilience and resilience hold on to me, my strength shall renew like a phoenix in the end.

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Kory Jade

Date: 12/9/2024 9:29:00 AM

I haven't had to face much pain so I can't say much at a personal level so I apologise if I say anything immature. 'Loved the imagery you used, it sent me literal chills. I've heard them say, when the suffering, pain, and grief ends—humanity witnesses a rebirth, as if we had a pheonix among us, all along. Ma'am, I don't mean to sound intrusive, but may all the pain and the suffering come to an end soon, and may we get to witness another pheonix in this world!

K. Parker
Date: 12/9/2024 11:12:00 AM

Thank you for your compassionate support and words. I greatly appreciate it Kory and I must agree when you say when the suffering, pain, and grief ends. Humanity witnesses a rebirth. That’s solid. Thank you :)