Pain, Pain and more Pain

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It was like being hit by a truck.

The full impact of this truck took years.

Acute Pain can be cured but Chronic Pain is a whole different ballgame, this needs management. 

I understand everything about the different kinds of sensation and pain within my body,  Most importantly, I know that my body is a complex system of many different parts working together, not a set of connected but separate pieces.

Growing up, I never wanted to be dependent on anything.  Now, I take a number of different medications every day. I’m no longer independent.
My strength of will I believed would always be enough to get me through anything, how very wrong was I.

I learned that my body and mind have both infinite strength, but also fragility and vulnerability.  I’m slowly learning to embrace my vulnerability as well as the strength.

I am incredibly skeptical of any alternative therapy after paying through the nose in the past for kinesiology, I was at a point when I tried that, that I would just try anything,  when you’re in constant pain, you’ll try anything.
Chronic Pain is extremely challenging every single day.  Chronic Pain is completely invisible, so to others, I look no more or less healthy than them.

I am in the process of rebuilding the relationship between me and my body.   Learning to be kinder to myself, creating self-care boundaries; I don’t have endless energy, and so need to curate everything in my life extremely carefully.

Everything happens for a reason, maybe I am meant to go through this shit.  Like everyone I get knocked down and I get up again.  I keep getting up.

Chronic pain is changing my life, it's helping my learn acceptance, acceptance of myself, acceptance of what I have.  I am like a house, I have the foundations now, I just have to keep building. 

Every single second of every single moment is a new moment for me and is an opportunity for change.

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