This is awkward to write because our last two posts were about French Fries and Pizza as I was under the influence of junk food and now that I am sober again and back to my senses, I want to write about the hurt. No one in life goes unscathed and we all have been, are, and will always be, hurt many times through the passage of existence. We feel hurt due to the loss of beloved ones, dearest relationships, and kindness. Two of my hurtful and stressful times were when I lost a family member to a medical condition and my best friend in an accident. Leftovers about life also hurt deeply on and off and that is how it’s supposed to work in life.
A World of Hurt and Emotional Pain
However, what does hurt feel like? It is hard to elucidate and submit into words for it can only be felt while breaking down into pieces. But I think it is awful, nothing seems right and life comes to a standstill. We feel this unusual agonizing yet concentrated chest and stomach pain that doesn’t either let you eat or make you overeat. It’s like a gigantic hole is pummeled into your chest, with no hope of healing. You’re inflicted with more pain than you can feel. It is infinite pain. You go astray. Silence turns into a companion.
I think emotional pain is a lot more difficult to bear than physical pain like the pain and uneasiness in depression. Our mental health requires much more time to heal than our body. Hurt frenzies you enough to scuffle with disconcerting emotions, upsetting memories, numbness, loneliness, and capable of cutting every edge with the outside world. Incidents that take place abruptly leave you feeling inexplicably stressed and shattering every sense of security and assurance. It takes a while to get over the loss and feel “normal” again. The feelings associated with hurt often involve the threat of life and the future.
What’s tougher is when “living” people close to you get deliberately cruel and hostile. They make your life worse and negatively help you shelling trauma and constant worry unfailingly. You are left alone to suffer emotionally while drifting apart. You cry you scream, you sit numb, and yet nothing seems to smooth your grief or soothe the peace you long for. We all cope with sadness and misery differently but the pain and anxiety are common to all.
A World of More Hurt and Emotional Pain
But it gets better; it heals overtime on its own. “That, which does not kill us, makes us stronger.” And then comes a point when we become philosophical. We start realizing the law of nature. We at times might even end up realizing our true selves. And, that is why being hurt is one of the ways to find our strength. Express yourself, don’t hurt yourself.
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I am sorry to hear that.. True that.. Emotional pain takes longer time to heal..
It is the hardest to overcome. Thank you for being here.
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you write so very well Lovey!
Emotional pain is harder than physical because you cannot see where to put the bandaid.
True that. Thank you. You’re always so encouraging and positive.
“That, which does not kill us, makes us stronger.”
Well it has to a point but left me angry and resentful and a pessimistic cynic.
I understand that as I have become one pessimistic cynic. Thank you for writing to me.
It takes a while to get over the loss and feel “normal” again.
Ask a mother who lost a child in the wars or similar tragedy. Won’t find much agreement. My daughter is an addict and abandoned 3 kids to enjoy the world of drugs.3 different fathers, one deported, one about 1/4 of a father one just a john from daughter’s prostitution. They all don’t have a mother or father now. Acceptance ? Well no choice there. Feel normal, be OK, life on life’s terms, things I cannot change, things over which I am powerless – don’t help much. As I reread your essay, I see you covered the physical pain not just emotional. That’s part of it. I intend to survive. This Grampa will be there for the kids anyway I can. This is my way of fighting back. The rescuer. We suffer but must not let the despair immobilize us.
My heart, support, and respect for you. I can’t even imagine how it must have felt to see the daughter go through all of that. I somewhat understand what it feels like to be abandoned and raised by a single mother though. However, I have seen my maternal grandmother dealing with an addict son and I know how it tears apart your heart. You are the strongest and the most amazing parent. I am sorry I didn’t cover more of an emotional pain. I am more than sure you are the best Grampa in the world for the kids. They will grow up to be as wonderful as you. I whole-heartedly wish you only the best and more. Sending my good vibes on your way. Thank you for opening up your heart, I really appreciate it.
It takes a while to get over the loss and feel “normal” again.
Ask a mother who lost a child in the wars or similar tragedy. Won’t find much agreement. My daughter is an addict and
abandoned 3 kids to enjoy the world of drugs.3 different fathers, one deported, one about 1/4 of a father one just a john from daughter’s prostitution. They all don’t have a mother or father now. Acceptance ? Well no choice there. Feel normal, be OK, life on life’s terms, things I cannot change, things over which I am powerless – don’t help much. As I reread your essay, I see you covered the physical pain not just emotional. That’s part of it. I intend to survive. This Grampa will be there for the kids anyway I can. This is my way of fighting back. The rescuer. We suffer but must not let the despair immobilize us.