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Suffering without catharsis is just wasted pain





If you don’t transform from your pain then it was for nothing. The failures, the mistakes, the disasters, the shame and the pain all shape your life, but only if you participate in turning the suffering into something good.

Ask yourself:
How can I grow from this?  What is this here to teach me?  What did I do to make this happen?
Don't just go through it, grow through it. And be kind to yourself. In retrospect, it can be easy to beat yourself up over a mistake or a failure. It is much harder to say, "I did the best I could, with what I knew at the time. I will learn and grow from this. Everything I go through gets me closer to where I need to be. In this moment, I am exactly where I need to be and I am savouring the eff out of it!"

 It's harder, but say it and believe it anyway! And have faith in what's to come.
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