It takes a certain audacity to call pain a blessing after it breaks you. To say "maybe it's for the good" while carrying wounds that still ache. We say it to survive, to give meaning to hurt that never asked permission. Sometimes it isn't wisdom, it's exhaustion dressed as hope. Yet in believing there was a reason, we find the strength to keep going, to heal slowly, and to trust that one day the pain will make sense, even if it still lingers.