Dear Pain, I Love You.

Living, suffering, and redefining what doesn’t kill me.

Nathan L. Senter

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Photo by Aarón Blanco Tejedor on Unsplash

Pandemic life corrupted my senses. My perceptions. Of life. What it should or should not be and how to cope with the cascade of news, loss, disappointment, and uncertainty. Or so I’ve been telling myself. Living in constant white static noise is exhausting. The basal distress worms its way through me, laying down and letting its…

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Nathan L. Senter

Writing to quiet the voices. To empty the gut. To impart that which may illuminate.