This pain reminds me that I do have a purpose.
I think it has to do with bringing people hope.
If thoughts were letters and I had every sick, hurting, desperate, worried, hungry, sad, defeated person's address it would say:
"You are going to get better. One day the pain will disappear and you'll get rest. You won't feel the hurt and frustration you feel now. You won't be confused and desperate for answers to why this happened in the first place! The sun will rise and these dark clouds will go away—but that's not without effort. You do your best, you do what you can and leave the rest up to God. If not for your health (because laughter truly is the best medicine), but for your sanity. You have to believe it will get better and it will, I promise! I'm not saying this because I've been there and I'm now on the other side. I'm telling you this because I haven't yet and I'm still waiting. I will never stop hoping and believing that my miracle is going to pick me up and I'm going to fly away into all the dreams I've ever had. I will never, ever give up. You see? You'll get there too. Even if it has to be in Heaven. One day the pain will disappear and you'll get peace. Don't worry, it will get better."