Comments on: The Failed Wisdom of Quiet Back Pain – A Ranting Saturday Ramble http://tinustuff.com/blog/the-failed-wisdom-of-quiet-back-pain-a-ranting-saturday-ramble-440.php My name is Love. Sun, 05 Feb 2012 15:26:10 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Iyabo Asani http://tinustuff.com/blog/the-failed-wisdom-of-quiet-back-pain-a-ranting-saturday-ramble-440.php/comment-page-1#comment-122 Iyabo Asani Sun, 28 Dec 2008 03:31:03 +0000 http://tinustuff.com/blog/?p=440#comment-122 My dear Tinu, as your friend, I wept when I read this. I am so grateful for your voice. I honor and cherish your anger. It is not right. It is not fair. It is as horrible as you say and more. I hear you. I wish I were there with you right now. I would take you in my arms and hold you and let you cry, wail and scream. No, that is not being a drama queen. All that pain needs some expression. Not just placating the pain with pain pills. I marvel at your life. I actually know for a fact, the exquisite and beautiful nature of your brain and for the voice of your skill and talent to be silent, dimmed, whispered by this pain, pisses me off as well. How do I comfort you? How do I support you? I honestly don't know. But I am here, I am listening and I validate your experiences. Somewhere in me, I still believe that pain has a message for you. I still believe that there are solutions. I am sorry that I just do not know what they are. Truly, I do love you and if that love could heal pain, you would have none left. Your friend, Iyabo My dear Tinu, as your friend, I wept when I read this. I am so grateful for your voice. I honor and cherish your anger. It is not right. It is not fair. It is as horrible as you say and more. I hear you.

I wish I were there with you right now. I would take you in my arms and hold you and let you cry, wail and scream. No, that is not being a drama queen. All that pain needs some expression. Not just placating the pain with pain pills.

I marvel at your life. I actually know for a fact, the exquisite and beautiful nature of your brain and for the voice of your skill and talent to be silent, dimmed, whispered by this pain, pisses me off as well.

How do I comfort you? How do I support you? I honestly don’t know. But I am here, I am listening and I validate your experiences.

Somewhere in me, I still believe that pain has a message for you. I still believe that there are solutions. I am sorry that I just do not know what they are.

Truly, I do love you and if that love could heal pain, you would have none left.

Your friend,

Iyabo

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