I have a pain. Nobody knows that I have it. I take pride in my ability to hide it from others. I even fool myself into thinking that it is not there.
But I can no longer ignore its existence. Pain is an indication that something is not right. I need to examine the pain, to understand where it comes from and why it is there.
This pain is not from a visible injury to my physical body, but lies deeper inside of me. There is a physical aspect to this pain, a longing that only touch can sooth. But, I suspect, there is more.
My 10-year old son asks “Dad, why are you so unhappy?” And I do not have an answer.
My wife has a pain. It is a physical pain. No one knows what the cause is, though hypotheses proliferate.
She tries to ignore its existence, but that only makes it worse. She tells her doctors about her pain, but ignorance and vanity are more abundant than remedies.
So here we are - each with our own pain. Where do we go from here?
