The Pain Was Never Mine
On rage, regulation, and the moment I stopped being the place it lands
I’ve never been someone who lived in constant physical pain.
That’s important to say, because most of my life has been organized around pain.
Just not mine.
Mine shows up differently.
When I cross a certain threshold—real dysregulation, not irritation—I can rage.
Yell. Explode. Say things I don’t mean in a way that sounds like I do.
I learned that early.
At be…
