When the Ego cries, the soul rejoices.
No one wants to suffer. In fact, most of us will do anything to avoid suffering. I get this, but I’ve learned how valuable suffering is to my life. Meditation has taught me how to hold the discomfort of suffering. I listen to it and validate the hurt it, and this gives me the chance to release it. I bring awareness to it’s disruptive patterns, knowing that suffering has shown up to give me a warning. The bubbling up of suffering in one’s life is a call to action, an opportunity to exercise different muscles and grow strong enough to look suffering in the eye.
I have contemplated the concept of suffering being a life saver, cast out to a sinking spirit. What is it I would want to hear from an author if I was in the depths of my suffering? I would want to hear something hopeful, something that gave me a thread of promise that life wouldn’t always feel this desperate. http://sarahbrassard.com/hope/
My suffering card was called when I was a young wife, mother and business owner. My days were purposely filled up, and there wasn’t a spare moment or at least that is what I told myself. I wore my busy-ness like a badge of honor; I am needed, wanted and valued. Just the thought of modifying my schedule made me panic. Then the suffering card was thrown down on the table. There was no more hiding from my fear, low self-esteem, and hopelessness; I was immobilized. I had no choice but to look at my suffering honestly. This uncontrollable anxiety led me to the deeper healing of my life; it launched me to seek help and communicate about my sadnesses as I never had before.
It was at this turning point in my life that my suffering became my altar. There was no more running from it, the only thing I could do now was turn towards it and honor it as my greatest teacher. That concept felt utterly absurd to me initially, but soon I knew that the challenges in front of me held all the power for my healing. There was hope here, and in feeling that hope I turned towards myself, offering myself a chance to heal. My profound suffering snapped me into action, and courageously I marched on to do the greatest healing of my life.
“In the beginning, there is not so much difference between the coward and the courageous person, the only difference is the coward listens to his fears and follows them and the courageous person puts the fear aside and goes ahead. The courageous person goes into the unknown in spite of all the fear.” By Osho