19/07/2025
What Is My Pain?
My pain is something I’ve often tried to keep to myself. But sometimes, it’s hard to hide. And honestly—I shouldn't have to.
My pain is physical. It began when I was in a train accident just before my 21st birthday. I won’t go into all the details, but that moment set off a chain of events that slowly began to strip away parts of my identity.
Most people see me as happy-go-lucky—and yes, that’s part of me. But it’s not all of me. What many don’t see is the mask I wear. I’ve worn it often, mostly because I don’t want people to know how much I’m struggling emotionally.
Over the last few years, I’ve been on a journey of healing. I’ve let go of a lot—people, patterns, old versions of myself. And in that letting go, I’ve opened the door for deeper healing to begin.
I work constantly on the physical side of my well-being. I’m not ashamed to say that I see a therapist, and I often turn to guided meditations when I need to get out of my own head. Some days, I simply don’t want to face the world—and I’ve learned to honor that too. That’s my body saying, “You need rest.” On those days, I listen. Sometimes I run away to Moama for the weekend, just to breathe, reset, and find stillness again.
This is just one part of my story. I’ll share more in the coming days if it feels right to do so. And if anything, I’ve written here resonates with you—if it helps even one person feel less alone—then sharing it will have been worth it.
And if you ever want to speak to me privately, my door is always open.
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