Think about someone who has spent months recovering from an illness or injury. At first, every day can feel like a countdown to getting back to normal. But somewhere along the way, something changes. The person begins to understand their body, their limits and even themselves in a way they never had before.
Pain has a strange ability to force questions that comfort allows us to avoid. Why is this happening? What can I learn from it? What remains when the life I expected is no longer possible?
