Pain ends.

Pain will not last... And life must go on. It has taken nearly a year for me to come to the point where pain is no longer always controlling my life. There are days when pain and agony take over, and I feel out of control. But there are many more days when, finally, the control is back where it belongs- my head. 

These 10 months have taught me that people care just as much as they do not. 

That pain engages us with ourselves. It tells us to slow down, even stop so we can focus once more on ourselves rather than outside ourselves.

That it is possible to beat it, overcome it- and even live with it. If it does not kill you, it does make you stronger. 

That life is about moving. Moving to live well. And moving on to live better. Staying still is not possible. Being still is. Even the breath mandates movement. 

That most people confuse motion with movement. Motion creates movement, but motion alone is not enough. 

That sometimes- we must simply give in, and breathe or even shed a tear if that is what we want to do. Or need to. 

That giving up is never an option. 

That Something will work- even if there is nothing that has till now- there is always something else. Not a Plan B, but another Plan A. An alternative that has not been tried, and needs to be tested. Like acupuncture! 

That we often confuse moments with life. And then we feel alone, lonely and unloved. Life catches up- the sun come out again and the clouds drift away. 

And that all that matters in the end is how we lived it- not survived but lived.