The past few weeks have been incredibly tough for me. I’ve lost some important people in my life, including my father who passed away just last week. The pain comes not only from their absence but also from the heavy realization of all the things I could have done differently while they were still here.
The grief has affected me on every level—emotionally, physically, mentally. My body feels weak, I’m anxious, I can’t sleep, I’ve lost my appetite, and there’s this constant weight in my chest. It’s a type of pain that’s so deeply rooted, it feels almost like it’s etched into my soul. I don’t know how long I can endure it, and yet, here I am, still standing.
And this got me thinking… pain is something we often seek out in certain forms. We find pleasure in pain sometimes, like during intimacy—choking, a scratch, a bite, or a hard slap. Some even enjoy things like blood or needles (which is definitely not my thing). But why do we seek out pain like that? Why does it sometimes feel like pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin?
What are your thoughts? How do you handle these moments where pain, whether emotional or physical, seems to blur the lines with pleasure ??
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