I experienced a breakthrough in my mindfulness practice yesterday, in the midst of my overwhelming pain. I felt my awareness settle into my actual body, every cell, instead of flying away over abstract distractions. It was one of those moments where reality smacks you upside the head and says "Here I am, motherfucker, in all my messy present glory!"
With it came a profound sense of peace, at least for flashes in between the pain. I can still feel bits of it, and I'm full of gratitude for it. Years of daily Satanic meditation are paying off with increased resistance to depression and a better ability to cope with the chronic pain.