Pain, of any type, cannot be remedied.

Devoid of any capability for processing, defending or argumentation.

Antidotes, oxygen to the already burning flame.

Pain’s raving thirst, only acknowledgement can quench.

Acknowledgement, the release.

Pleading for recognition.

Then, a relief comes, “uncomfortable silence” shows up, maybe uncomfortable for the receiver but comforting to the one experiencing the pain.

Sometimes, daringly, someone even states the reality, that reality that the pain desperately needs pronounced, that doesn’t have the strength itself to utter.

Ignoring, pretending, discrediting, or offering solutions is exactly where stagnancy thrives.

Real love is hard. It’s bold and it’s uncomfortable at times, but it thinks of the others’ pain first.

If you love someone, you will sit with them in their puddle. Realize you will probably, ever only, know one quarter of all that they have gone through or are processing.

I’ve been great at giving advice to those in pain, that falls on deaf ears and has done more damage that I could have imagined. However, it’s only through my own pain that I have been able to finally recognize that there are no solutions outside of this.

*SITTING IN THE PUDDLE* and *ACKNOWLEDGING THE PAIN* (even if it feels extremely unnatural) is, in my opinion, the most productive way to keep each other on a healing path and moving forward through it.

Isn’t this what we all ultimately want for each other?

God has comforted me and how then now shall I not comfort others. (2 cor 1:3-4)