Pain.. It's something feared and cherished, it paints life with excitement. You mourn the loss of a loved one and you feel the cut, the pain pours out of you endlessly. The pain brings you to a new place, clots form and the wound scabs over. Though the scar reminds you of that place. That place follows you - failed relationships, marriage, zero social life - endless torturous misery. What are you to do? You are in pain but and out of control. You long for someone to guide you, though you have gr...