My pain is a temple and I chronically worship at its alter.
My pain is paired with me and we are in need of couples counselling.
My pain is a hitchhiker and I am being robbed.
My pain is an infection and I am in need of antibiotics.
My pain is a caged beast and I am the iron bars.
K
We all have our struggles. I struggle daily with chronic pain. This poem represents how the, seemingly, relentless struggle feels to me.
There is acceptance and there is fight in me. They prop each other up. This blog is me fighting in hopes of eventually accepting something much better😊
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I am a writer of both fiction and non, an avid reader, a visual artist, a poet, an amature photographer, a feminist, and author of, The Adventures of Trefor the Curling Rock, a children's book about the sport of curling. Check out www.trefor.ca for more information about my book.
I have been coping with chronic pain, severe depression and anxiety, and grief for roughly ten years. These are my private stories and I am making them public because I'm tired of feeling isolated. My hope is by sharing my stories I will start to feel like more of a contributor to society again and perhaps make readers feel less alone with their struggles.
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