I run to pain,
it does not scare me..
it soothes me,
calms me, lets me know
I am alive...
Pain proves,
I am still human..
I am not a monster...
If I hurt,
if I bleed,
if I bruise..
its Proof of Life...
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When I rolled up on Jett, wrapped around a pole...His pain was horrendous....yet, I ran to him, I ran to his pain...I tried to take it from him...I did, to a point...14 broken bones, head fracture, neck injury, and I was able to get him to focus on me...I took some of his pain, so he would not die....He gave his pain to me....I embraced it....
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I saw a cement truck roll over and crash on the highway...I heard "pain" I ran to the pain, the truck, the man inside....he had an ax inside the cab of the truck, when the truck rolled over, the ax came down, swinging and sliced a good portion of the mans face off...really a slab of meat, hanging there...
He was in incredible pain....I took his hand, led him to the side of the highway, took his shirt off, folded it and placed it on the open facial wound...holding the face in place, giving pressure to stop the blood flow....I could feel his pain, pulsing through my veins....I took his pain...he could breathe, he could talk to me..talk to EMSA as soon as they rolled up...without pain, the driver could focus...When the paramedics took the folded shirt off his face and out of my hand....the man's pain came back...
I tried to stay with him...talk to him, but without being able to touch his bloody face, he could not see me...all he could do was feel his face falling off.......
I think about that driver, I think about Jett and the countless other people I have taken their pain from...
When I take on someones physical pain...it hurts...it feels like nails and thorns cutting through my veins as the blood flows freely inside me...It can be excruciating...but it does not make me cry..and it does not deter from me trying to help them....I can deal with pain...I am comfortable with pain...I like the pain....
Pain...is my Proof of Life
I've just discovered I have D.I.D. Its not easy for me or my alters. As you read these blog entries, some are by me and some are by them. Each one us expressing a moment of joy or frustration as we learn to adapt to our new life and flood of bad memories.
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