Of all the relationships in my life, my most intimate and long-standing one was my relationship with my wounds. It was not a happy relationship, nor a loving one, but it was a relationship nonetheless. My wounds and I, we spent over a decade together. Even the most obnoxious sidekick becomes comforting after that many years of just showing up at your side. If you wake up every day to the same old biting pain and the same old tired story of who you are, it all becomes part of the scenery. Just the way things are.
As a child, when I got hurt, I’d hold out my bruised knuckle to my mother’s lips. Somewhere inside that childish ritual lies a hint of awareness about our inner nature. We know that love heals all wounds. As a kid, I was just doing what I had seen the adults do. When you get hurt, you ask for love. That worked for me, at least for a while.
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Hello @Shihabieee. I am sorry to hear about all the troubles you have had. I truly am. But there is always hope for a better future. I myself have had tough times as well but I always persevere through them with the knowledge of knowing that somewhere in the world, someone or many others are praying for me and want to see me succeed in life. I happen to be one of those people. I pray twice a day evey day for the world. I hope one day soon that you will succeed in everything you wish too. But it will always need a little help from others and determination from within yourself. Your mother seems to have been your healing factor and that is a good place to start. Remember these moments and use them to excel your spirit into a better place. I wish you the best always and I am always sending prayers on the winds of life to you. Have a blessed day.