The wound and the will to go down into the dark are one act in you, a single engine turning. The injury you carry and the power to face what other people flee fall on one degree of your chart and cannot be pulled apart: you go where it hurts because going where it hurts is how you find your strength. You can sit with someone in their worst hour and never look away, since you have already been to the bottom and back. Your presence in a crisis is rare and steadying. The trap is mistaking the constant return to the wound for healing, when some days it is only circling the same abyss.