Pain I Must Endure

Early on a November morning, standing in line to vote in a presidential election in 2012, my life would change forever. My mind, body, and soul experienced pain that was unimaginable. I suffered about five years straight with excruciating chronic pain. Sadly, at the hands of a person I trusted to help me.
My suffering could have been avoided. I never knew that there were so many levels of pain. This was a pain that I talked to, like it was a person. It took me to a place where I understood why many people had committed suicide. I never had suicidal ideations, but the pain took me to the door. It humbled, disabled, disfigured, and changed me spiritually, physically, and mentally. I don't wish this pain on the worse serial killer in this world. Yeah, it was that bad.

Update: My daughter Kenya did graduate from nursing school in 2020. She's an RN, studying for her BSN. All praises to the Most High, God. Won't He do it!