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.
In 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.
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 slow, 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?