When Pain Whispers: Is It Real, Or Just the Mind’s Shadow?

An honest letter from my soul to yours about the weight we carry that maybe… isn't ours to hold.

Some days, the ache in my chest isn’t from a broken heart — it’s from a memory I never got to grieve properly.

We’re taught that pain is something we must endure, survive, or worse — hide. But what if some of the pain we carry isn't even ours? What if it's the mind… spinning stories, echoing voices from the past, crafting illusions from the dust of what could have been?

I came across a quote:
“Pain is an illusion that the mind created.”

At first, I didn’t believe it. My pain felt real. It kept me up at night. It sat beside me during breakfast. It followed me like a shadow. But then I realized:

Pain is real — but the story attached to it… that’s where the illusion begins.

We’re constantly reliving moments. Not because they’re happening again, but because our mind is playing them like old tapes on repeat. “Why did they leave?” “What did I do wrong?” “Will it always feel like this?” These questions don’t come from the present. They come from a part of us that’s scared, seeking meaning, craving comfort.

And the mind — oh, how it loves to fill in the blanks.
It will create a narrative so detailed that we forget we’re the ones writing it.

🕊️ But here’s a softer truth:

Sometimes the pain isn’t asking to be fixed.

Sometimes it's asking to be felt, acknowledged, and then gently let go.

You are not weak for feeling deeply. You are not broken for taking time to heal. You are not dramatic or sensitive or “too much.” You are a human being — living, breathing, learning what it means to be here. That in itself is a miracle.

So, next time the weight returns, ask it softly:

“Are you real… or are you a memory dressed as pain?”

Let yourself feel, but don’t forget: you have the power to rewrite the story.
You always did.

With love,
Rasna

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