Like A Nicotine Stain on the End of my Fingers

When I think of pain, the first thing that comes to mind is physically hurting. However, pain can be so much more than what one can see with the naked eye. I don’t know if what I feel now is pain or sadness but either way it hurts knowing I can’t change the past or how others think or react to me. This pain or sadness tends to linger like a nicotine stain on the end of my fingers, needing to be washed and cleansed. We experience the loss of those we love, whether it be a pet, friend, family member, etc., but this is life and that will never change. Having felt pain in all these areas, I have learned and developed necessary tools to cope. I am learning to relieve myself of pain in order to move forward. It is important for me to accept life on life’s terms and not to forget the progress I have made.