Physical pain is emotional

Like why can I fix other humans but not myself. I’ve been given a gift to follow the the pain. You tell me where is starts and my brain can follow the dotted line to where is begins and ends. Give you a couple things to do, strengthen/stretch/tell you you need a doctor/or it all needs to rest. but for myself, its way different. its emotional and quite frankly tears are just one symptom. Not only when I do this for you, I take yours on (about 1/2 the time).. Im fine people… but I can’t seem to make mine go away. This newest one is horrible. I can only imagine the pain this fella has been in for years. It is about compassion, It is about learning, it is about patience, and most of all it is about recognizing that there is a price for everything.

I do want to live in a world where we all just get along..

and then I stop.

No, i don’t.

The idea of all being equal sounds good and I think it even feels good to say/think/tell others it’s my moral code. No, I like the dark and the light. the necessity of cold and hot. The desire to be sick and well, controlled and control…. I learn when i’m in the extremes. I’ve looked at more images/reports/college essays/doctors notes/instagram posts/and more of neck, shoulder, spine, arm injuries than I ever would have if everything was just fine. When I am the one feeling, only then an I willing to open my eyes to help find a solution. The pain pulls at my mind, my body, my soul.

The need to have pain to get to the other side is emotional…

it is real..

it is life.

what am I doing about it?