Anger can be an empathic response when we are helpless, just as futility can be the countenance of the faithful. Horrendous thoughts of self-harm mingle within the boiling pot of the most resilient of all people when pain strikes. Chronic pain transforms the bravest souls and sends them hiding in corners never before imagined.

All of this and more is available to those dealing with chronic pain, be it physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual, and much of it is a conglomeration of these.

Dichotomies and paradoxes float with sadistic buoyancy in the realm of relentless anguish.

They urge us not to prejudge.

If you are angry without reason, without sense, without caution, with brutal frankness, because you are attacked by a nemesis that corrodes and cavitates you, you are not alone. Just try the perspective of the sweetest saint.

There should be no judgment against those caught up in the merciless whirlwind of life.

Those who cannot escape their own self-recrimination must be lovingly stopped, listened to, graced with God’s presence within you for encouragement and care as they define care.

What for them is a living hell has no answers, so there should be no questions added to their load.

There is such a thing as a full-octane living hell, and there are many who live it.

If it is your turn to be the bearer of such pain, accept the best I can give you: prayers. I believe that prayer is a power beyond worldly precedent. If it is your destiny to care for such a person, every ounce and sinew of strength be yours, in the first few hours, in the recklessness of the torment you endure for their sake. Hold on with all the hope you can muster.

there’s a lot it is the place to ask Almighty God, “What’s the point of this?”

I am sure that through such an unannounced paroxysm, a peace is sought and will be achieved.

Strive for it with the stillness of the march.

Wait for it with a tenacity that does not give up.

And, trust God even more. Such is the enigma of life that such proof is manifested for such purpose.