You learn a lot from being injured.
I felt bruised, damaged and broken. Physically, mentally and spiritually.
Injury. I feel like that’s all I ever talk about. Getting another injury in the process of healing from the first injury isn’t fun. But I did learn from it.
At that moment, I felt utterly helpless. I couldn’t walk, couldn’t stand, sit or lie down without being in some sort of pain. Never again do I want to feel like that.
It’s no fun being in pain and suffering.
While suffering from the pain of my injury was temporary. It was necessary.
In order for me to heal, I had to suffer.
Each day as the pain got a little less, I learned more about myself and what I was capable of.
I learned that to get better, I had to push myself out of my comfort zone.
While I was moving slowly, at least I was moving and gradually getting stronger and more mobile.
Suffering taught me to appreciate all the things that I could do, and love my family just that little bit more for helping me and comforting me in my time of need.
What have you learned from suffering?