I’ve suffered from chronic pain off and on for my of my life. I’m 28 years old, but the last 4 years have been the worst. I live in pain. Early this year, pain ruled my life. I struggled to get through my work day so I could come home and crash, pretend to sleep, so I could do it all over again the next day. My weekends were spent resting and trying to get some energy to get through the next week. Pain was my existence. It blinded me to everything else around me and in my life. It got so bad that I took a leave of absence from work. I spent those 11 weeks working on myself, examining every corner of my brain, looking at everything I do, every habit I have, and figuring out which ones contributed to my pain and had to go. I’m still a work in progress, but I’m working very hard to reshape my life, myself, so that I can have a better quality of life. So I can live, even with chronic pain following me every day.
I wage a battle every day against my own body. I fight every day to control the pain, to do something each day that the pain wants to stop me from. I’m in a war with no end, but I keep going. I have to. That’s what we sufferers of chronic pain do. We keep fighting. There is no alternative. The alternative is giving up and letting the pain win, and that cannot happen.