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“The woman who contorts herself into a pretzel. The woman who shape-shifts in an effort to please. The mental marvel. The woman who stands on a jutting rock and does not throw herself into the sea.”

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“I met Suffering on a quiet road, just as the sun was setting behind me. Its presence was heavy, like an old coat I had worn for too long. It walked beside me, its voice a whisper carried by the wind. "I know your name," it murmured. "I've been with you for years, through the nights you couldn’t sleep, through the prayers that felt unheard. I know every tear you've shed." I sighed, staring down at the worn path beneath my feet. "I know," I admitted. "You've been my shadow. But why do you stay? Why do you cling to me?" Suffering chuckled, low and knowing. "I don’t choose to stay," it said. "I grow where wounds refuse to heal. Where doubt lingers, where fear feeds the soul. I am not your captor, only your reflection." I stopped walking, the weight of its words settling into my bones. "But I’ve fought. I’ve tried. I’ve prayed for light, for peace. And yet, here you are." Suffering tilted its head, watching me. "And yet, here YOU are," it said. "Still standing. Still walking. Have you ever wondered why?" The question caught me off guard. I turned to face it, really looking for the first time. Suffering was not as menacing as I once believed. It was worn and tired, just like me. A teacher, perhaps, but not a master. "I see now," I said softly. "You are not my enemy. But you are not my home, either." Suffering gave a slow nod. "You understand then." I took a deep breath, straightening my shoulders as the sky deepened into night. "I do. And I choose to thrive." Suffering stilled, then smiled. “You’ve learned my lesson; now walk with God. I do not vanish, but I will bend, For you have chosen to keep growing, my friend.”

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