The Body Remembers What the Soul Wasn’t Allowed to Say

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Some days, the pain is sharper than memory. You bend, reach, move just slightly wrong—and there it is: the ache. The throb. The burn beneath the skin or inside the joints. It shows up without ceremony, like a ghost you’ve learned to tolerate, not fight. But here’s the thing no one talks about: sometimes, that pain feels weirdly functional. Almost like it’s doing something important. Not good, not pleasant—but vital. Like it’s carrying a message the psyche couldn’t hold without cracking.


Because when you’re the kid who had to swallow what should have been screamed, when you were taught early to tuck your instincts behind your teeth and wear “I’m fine” like armor, your pain doesn’t just disappear. It relocates. What couldn’t be expressed verbally, gets encrypted into flesh. What couldn’t be named emotionally, gets stored in the joints, the gut, the nervous system’s circuitry. That’s not dysfunction. That’s survival. And in a world where your soul wasn’t allowed to protest, your body did it for you.


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