Knowing that she was lying in ICU forcibly paralysed with drugs because the level of pain her body was enduring would likely kill her if she could feel it, was enough to drive the mother in me to collapse. My early health issues had equipped me for this like no other training could have. Every person has their story to tell, every person has felt the knife of physicality pierce their heart. Fortunately for me, it not only pierced my heart but cut away the thick layer that kept me from my soul. I was born to survive my daughter's pain and facilitate her healing.
Questions always come with answers.
For every question you create in your reality, you create an answer that waits like buried treasure and the only part of you that has the treasure map is your soul. Watching brave souls like my daughter endure pain and torment has taught me to look even deeper, past the mind, beyond the body, urging me to find more of the treasure. I realised then that if souls were prepared to endure so much, that there must be a purpose greater than suffering. Every time I see a victim become a victorious light for truth. Every time I see a child like my own move from the terror of the physical abuse of pain to laughter shining from wise and ancient eyes.