So life kinda sucks, right?
And I don’t just mean your life. I mean everyone’s life. Every single one of us deals regularly with pain of some sort. We all have our difficulties to face, our dragons to battle. My dragon might be very different from your dragon, but we are united in our struggle nonetheless.
And I think it is fairly needless to say that struggling is…well, hard. Inherently, that is the nature of it; when you’re in pain, it is difficult to let it go, and it is difficult to see the bright side of the situation—especially when you’re still in the thick of it. It’s very rare that you hear someone say, “Thank you for hurting me, I really needed that,” at least not until years in the future when they’ve had some time to reflect on the whole incident and the pain has had its chance to subside.
And more than that, I think that a lot of us tend to have this opinion about pain that is something that is better left avoided. We look back on certain choices that we made at the time and regret them, because those were choices that led to pain. We think that we would have been better off if we hadn’t suffered at all. We ask ourselves questions like, “Why me?” and, “What did I do to deserve this?”
But the thing about pain at the end of the day is that you need it. Pain is absolutely essential as a part of life and as a method of growth.
And I know, if you are currently in the thick of suffering, you probably hate me for saying that. You probably think that I sound insensitive, and you want to punch me in my stupid, optimistic face. Trust me, I get it; I’ve been in your position.
Throughout most of my life, I suffered from depression and anxiety. I self-harmed, I made plans on how to end my own life, and the only reason why I never really gave up on my life was because my anxiety animated me like a puppet on strings, propelling me forward with the help of nerves and fear.
I blamed other people; I thought back on certain things that had made my mental illness worse, and I wished that I could have avoided them. I was generally upset and bitter about my lot in life. After all, what had I done to deserve this? Why did I have to be born just to have a hard time existing in this world at all?
Admittedly, I deal much easier with both illnesses now. I understand what they mean. I know how to cater my thoughts and actions around avoiding panic attacks and bouts of depression, and while it doesn’t always work, it does help. And since I have had an easier time dealing with my mental illnesses, I have come to learn that I am glad I dealt with them.
That’s not to say that I hope I struggle with dealing with them again. That’s not to say that I wish it upon other people, or that there is anything romantic and glamorous about suicidal thoughts and tendencies at all.
All that I am saying is that if I hadn’t dealt with them, if I hadn’t struggled the way that I had, I wouldn’t be the person that I am today. My struggles helped to shape who I am, how I think, what I push myself to do, and what I aspire to be. They helped me to better understand when someone else is suffering and how important it is to help them.
They made me a more empathetic person, and they made me a much stronger person. Because I have dealt with depression and anxiety, I know what that’s like, and I can use that experience to help someone else who is dealing with something similar. I have the ability to help someone else out by sharing my pain with them.
When you’re trying to make a muscle stronger, you must first cause yourself pain so that your body can repair it. The same is true with mental and emotional strength. If we were constantly happy and comfortable, there would be nothing to overcome. We would take things for granted and accept the world as it was, would make no attempts to make the world or ourselves better.
We need our pain because it is a part of our lives. Our pain takes us on different paths, just as much as our pleasure does. I have known people who used their pain to build a whole life, people who made a career out of helping others in a similar situation. I have known people who learn from pain, who discover how important it is to talk about the suffering that we experience in life, and how important it is to not only help other people but to change things. Pain is not a hindrance in our lives; it is our teacher.
So, yes, life sucks. We all must suffer, and maybe that isn’t fair, but who said that life is fair? Beautiful things can still come from pain if we let it. If we focus on making ourselves strong despite pain, rather than allow ourselves to become weaker because of it, then pain can be a wonderful thing. It has so much potential, so long as you stop asking, “Why me?” and start asking, “What is the lesson in all of this?”
So forgive your pain. Don’t regret experiencing it. Don’t wish that it could have just gone away, because it shouldn’t have. You should have experienced it. After all, it helped form you into the person you are.
Author: Ciara Hall
Editor: Travis May
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