This is awkward to write because my 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 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.
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 which 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 stressful 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 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.
But it gets better; it heals over time 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 self. And, that is why being hurt is one of the ways to find our strength. Express yourself, don’t hurt yourself.