No More Pain And Suffering Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hindi ko pa nga nalilinaw iyong masakit na nakaraan ko madadagdagan na naman ng panibago. "What do you think? Do I deserve this pain? I mean maybe I do dahil sa ginawa ko before but I didn't want that pain to happen again. I am don't with that. I am tired of that. Wala ba akong karapatang sumaya? I don't want to live like this. I have kids to take care with. Ayokong maramdaman nila yung sakit na nararamdaman ko. Karen I hate this. I hate being in this stage of my life." I cried hard.

"Kapatid ni Papa ang doktor na pinagkakatiwalaan ko at alam ang lahat tungkol sa 'kin. He's the one who looked at me nang mamatay si Mama at Papa sa isang car accident when I was eight. So, I handled everything very well thanks to his help." Nginitian siya nito giving her the assurance that he's fine and okay. "CIPA or the Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis. You have the inability to feel pain and temperature and you don't sweat. That explains why all your kitchen equipment are heat resistant," saad niya nang maalala ang mga gamit nito sa kusina.

sumigaw siya sa mismong harapan ko, habang tinuturo ako… I’m hurt…that was hurt. But the pain I have right now, wasn’t the worse thing I ever felt, mas may masakit pang mangyayari kong pipilitin naming dalawa ang bagay na ito ngayon. I have no happy ending…but if the world was over, maybe there’s a changes.

“Why don’t you just kill me?” Mahina siyang natawa ngunit hindi niya maitanggi ang sakit sa kanyang dibdib. “Why would I make you suffer less? I want you to suffer as much as how to made me and my daughter suffer. My skin was burned. You almost killed my daughter.” “You don’t even have scars.” “Because I did my best to heal.” Mahina siyang natawa. “And you deserve everything you experienced right now.” “I just wanted to be loved by you, Alana. Is that wrong?”

Salita ko at nagbigay ng bayad sa waitre. Wala akong pakialam kung pagtitinginan man ako ng mga tao roon. Lumabas ako ng club na hindi iniinda ang sugat sa aking kamay. Nagmaneho ako pauwi ng bahay. Pumasok ako sa aking kwarto at doon nahiga sa sahig. Napatingin nalang ako sa aking kamay na naliligo na ngayon sa dugo. Hindi ko namamalayan na umaagos pa rin pala ang mga luha ko sa aking mata. The cure of pain is in the pain. You will not feel the physical pain, rather than the emotional pain.

"I never knew I c-could f-feel this kind of pain in my l-life because of one mistake. M-Miss na miss ko na siya. S-Sobrang sakit... n-nagsisisi n-naman ako sa ginawa ko s-sa kaniya, L-Luther..." The pain is too much. It's unbearable.

"Look, Rigella. Not all pain is intentional. Sometimes, it's just necessary." "N-Necessary? Just like the pain you inflicted on me all these years?" Natahimik siya. Mapait akong umiling. What necessary? Paano naging ganoon ang sakit? Siguro para matuto at mabuo ako. Pero hindi ko naman naramdaman ang epekto niyon sa mga nakalipas na taon. I've outgrown pain, perhaps. Pero wala pa ring natira sa akin kahit labis-labis na sakit na ang napagdaanan ko.

Masayang nagmamaneho si Dawn kahit ramdam pa rin niya ang kirot sa katawan dahil sa nangyaring aksidente. If she mastered how to drive, she also mastered to endure the pain physically. Walang mangyayari sa kaniya kung magpakalunod siya sa sakit. Gumagaling din naman iyon sa paglipas ng panahon. Masaya siya ngayon dahil sa tatlong bagay. Una, hindi na niya kasama sa bahay ang mangkukulam at bruha niyang madrasta. Tahimik na ang buhay niya at hindi na magkakaroon ng additional pain ang katawan niya lalo na ang utak niya. Kahit gusto niyang kausapin ang ama tungkol sa marriage contract, ipinagpaliban muna niya iyon. Maraming oras para roon. Pangalawa, natanggap niya ang tawag ni Magnum at magba

Kahit sinong nasa harapan ko ngayon at ganito ang itsura ay hindi ko basta matatalikuran. Being a doctor, I've encountered countless moments of pain due to loss and death, and all I can do is provide comfort kagaya ngayon. Katulad nang ginagawa ko sa pamilya ng mga pasyenteng umiiyak sa aking harapan, marahan ko rin siyang hinagod sa likod bilang tanda ng aking pakikiramay. It’s a reflection of both empathy and professional ethics.

It's like being trapped in a room with no windows, no doors, and no light. The silent cries and excruciating pain will slowly make you suffer. Your body will lose its strength even if you’re not doing anything exhausting, and you’ll start experiencing severe memory loss. It’s also like being killed slowly, inch by inch. Nanunuot yung sakit na hindi mo na lang gugustuhing kumilos. Manliliit ka rin sa sobrang awa na nararamdaman mo para sa sarili mo. That even opening your eyes and taking a breath feels unbearably difficult.