Chronic Pain
Welcome to my blog.
I used to have another blog for a number of years but this is completely new and about my life now. I thought about making this blog completely upbeat but that’s not very realistic. Instead, I will write realistically about what it’s like to live life in constant pain. I will write about the problems and the joys. Because there are both. Nobody lives a totally despondent life. Well ok. Perhaps some do. I, however, am not one of them. Some days are good and some are bad. Some days are happy and some are not. Some days are trying and uncomfortable while some are easy-going and joyful. My point is that my life ... a life filled with chronic pain... is like everyone else’s life. It’s me who is different. I am a different person than I was before the chronic pain. I see the world differently than I used to. I am a changed person. My pain has me broken in different places. I walk with a cane. I struggle to stand sometimes. My hands do not have pain free ability and strength. My back doesn’t hold me well. Broken in places. But you know what happens when you break something on your body? It mends stronger than it was. I like to think that I am stronger in my broken places. There are several places and they don’t feel good. But I am stronger. What are your broken places? Despair? Grief? Pain? Anger? Bones? Pain like me?
I used to have another blog for a number of years but this is completely new and about my life now. I thought about making this blog completely upbeat but that’s not very realistic. Instead, I will write realistically about what it’s like to live life in constant pain. I will write about the problems and the joys. Because there are both. Nobody lives a totally despondent life. Well ok. Perhaps some do. I, however, am not one of them. Some days are good and some are bad. Some days are happy and some are not. Some days are trying and uncomfortable while some are easy-going and joyful. My point is that my life ... a life filled with chronic pain... is like everyone else’s life. It’s me who is different. I am a different person than I was before the chronic pain. I see the world differently than I used to. I am a changed person. My pain has me broken in different places. I walk with a cane. I struggle to stand sometimes. My hands do not have pain free ability and strength. My back doesn’t hold me well. Broken in places. But you know what happens when you break something on your body? It mends stronger than it was. I like to think that I am stronger in my broken places. There are several places and they don’t feel good. But I am stronger. What are your broken places? Despair? Grief? Pain? Anger? Bones? Pain like me?
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