I thought a happy life meant living without pain and problems. I thought it was about protecting yourself from potential heartaches. You see, wounds are scary. They can traumatize you and lead you to misery. It’s not good. Period. This was my mindset before, and because I was full of fear within, the pain became my number one enemy. I tried to live life protecting myself from the things that could possibly break me in the end. I was like a tiny house built on a very weak foundation. My roof was made of leaves, my windows were wide open because of the wounds, and I don’t have any doors…