There is comfort in hurting. Pain lets you know that you are still capable of feeling something and it’s that feeling that reminds you that you’re still alive. But I’m stuck in the middle of getting lost in all the ache and numbing myself from all of it. Because how do you learn to live when you’re dying more and more inside each day? What do you do when the only thing that could save you is the very thing that’s tearing you apart?