Where the Discomfort Goes

I noticed something familiar in myself.

When discomfort rises and doesn’t know where to land, it looks for somewhere else to go.

A mess in one place becomes a problem in another.
Unease inside one body becomes something to fix in someone else.
What cannot be resolved internally gets externalized—quietly, often without awareness.

I see it across generations.
I see it between people who love each other.
I see it in myself, if I’m honest.

Discomfort doesn’t like to remain unassigned.
It wants a home.

Sometimes that home becomes another person’s behavior.
Sometimes it becomes advice.
Sometimes it becomes improvement, correction, or concern that isn’t quite about what it claims to be about.

I’ve been noticing how often fixing functions as regulation.

Not because people are cruel—but because holding discomfort without displacement is hard.

And then there is pain.

Living with chronic pain taught me something I didn’t want to oversimplify. Pain can amplify emotion. It can blur edges. It can make everything louder. But pain does not erase emotional truth.

So I learned to ask a careful question—not to doubt myself, but to locate what was happening accurately:

Is this my pain speaking?
Or am I actually upset about something?

Sometimes the answer is pain.
Sometimes the answer is grief.
Sometimes the answer is a real boundary being crossed.

The danger is not in asking the question.
The danger is assuming the answer in advance.

I’ve noticed how easily pain—physical or emotional—can be used to dismiss what’s real. And I’ve noticed how easily discomfort can be exported when it hasn’t been named.

What I’m practicing now is something quieter.

Before fixing.
Before correcting.
Before assigning the feeling to someone else.

I pause and ask:

Where does this belong?

Not:
Who is wrong?
Who needs to change?

But:
What is asking to be held right here?

Sometimes the discomfort stays with me.
Sometimes it reveals something true.
Sometimes it softens once it’s allowed to exist without explanation.

And sometimes it shows me that coherence is not available in this moment—not because anyone failed, but because alignment cannot be forced.

I’m learning that not every feeling needs to be moved.
Not every pain needs a target.
Not every unease is an instruction.

Some things resolve when they are simply located correctly.

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