Some pain doesn’t announce itself clearly.
It lingers.
It migrates.
It tightens, softens, and returns again.
Some wounds live in the nervous system as vigilance.
Some live in the heart as grief that never had a witness.
Some live in the body as chronic pain no explanation could fully hold.
Some live in the soul as the quiet loss of self after long seasons of survival.
These are not failures of healing.
They are signals asking for listening, not force.
