On Pain and Survival
There is no such thing as getting over something
You will eventually get through it, but a part of
that something will always remain. The tricky bit
is not to let that part be the heaviest piece of you,
to find a place where you can tuck it away like a
tacky old souvenir. Others may tell you to get rid of it,
let it go, but how do you get rid of something that has a
place in your memory? You will find yourself pulling it out,
feeling the pain or fear, or terror once again. The most
difficult task is tucking it away again and again,
until you barely remember it is there. Then, one day, when
you’re dusting off your memories, you will find it, and it may
still hurt, but you can pat yourself on the back and say, “I
got through it.”
-Candace Kubinec
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Wonderful inspirational piece. Yes painful memories are like that but time heals all wounds.
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“The tricky bit is not to let that part be the heaviest piece of you,” that stuck. Not letting the bad be the heaviest piece. I really like that.
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I agree with the previous 2 comments and can really relate to this piece. May need to refer back to it.
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“The most difficult task is tucking it away again and again, until you barely remember it is there.” Yes I wholeheartedly agree!
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I really like your piece here Candace. Poignant snd empowering. My CHF, diabetes, and RA demand their moments each day — but I have refused to forfeit my life to their jongoing pain and complications. The RA robbed my ability to physically create my 3D mixed-media art, but it did not steal my creativity. I am finding ways utilizing elements snd mediums I can manage. I also have frequent moments of real joy each day — and ongoing satisfaction from my writing, and in such, a wonderful place to escape for hours each day.
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Words of wisdom. We can endure through it, with it, even past it.
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I think sometimes those pains will mellow and you will may handle it better when you get it back
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