This Year I Hope to Write Honestly My Disabilities and My Passions

My chronic pain is very much a part of me. It is me, it does define me, but it’s far from all of me. I often hear attempts at inspiration try to say things like don’t let your illness define you. But living in denial won’t help me either. I think, like many things, it’s a balancing act. So, I want to try that this year, writing and living honestly with my disabilities along with my passions like nature. Because it’s all part of me. 

I have hesitated to write because so much has changed since I began my writing journey. I am so much more disabled now. I find it hard to fight through brain fog and make sense of my thoughts. I have also found it hard to connect with nature since I often can’t hike or be outside for extended periods anymore. I have to relearn how I approach writing and nature. 

Writing this, my joints hurt. I’m wearing wrist braces (which makes it very difficult to type) because my wrists are hurting after spending some time at the arcade. I think I did overdo it after all, just when my physical therapist told me to, “have fun! But don’t overdo it.” That’s always a fine, faint line that is so difficult to gauge until I accidentally cross it and realize it too late that yeah, I overdid it… again… 

I want to give a snapshot of what life is like for someone with disabilities and chronic pain. These things are so often sugar-coated. Or we are reduced to medical research, diagnoses, and doctor appointments. However, there’s a much more human experience to chronic pain and disability, that whether disabled or not, we all should learn to acknowledge. 

In other words, I want to tell our story, to make it more than data, and show what it’s really like to live it, the good the bad, the painful, and the frustrating. Also, let’s make this an open space. If you want to tell your story of living with disabilities, you can comment or email me. I’d love to chat and hear your story too and share it if you wish. 

The Reality of Life with Chronic Illness

I’m in pain. And maybe it is endless, it is, let’s face it. I’ll be seeing a number of specialists, taking meds, having surgeries, and unable to work for the rest of my life.

I’m having trouble accepting where I’m at and being okay with it. Unable to work, unable to write much, unable to think clearly, and the expectation to do those things. I can’t even shower without sending myself into a flare-up. Tasks that were once easy are an immense chore and it doesn’t seem easy for people to grasp the extent of my pain and disability.

It’s a constant battle accepting that, but I’m not alone, it’s not my fault, and people love me as I am. It seems straightforward enough, but I have to remind myself of these things daily.

There is still life and joy, moments that are worth it in the middle of all the pain. It’s difficult but it’s worth it.

Existing is exhausting. Life in general is hard but when just breathing, standing, and walking causes immense joint, muscular, and nerve pain, it’s discouraging. It’s a constant fight to keep going, which in the end is exhausting.

Often, when you get sick or injure yourself, you’re able to go to the doctor; they run a few tests and the diagnosis is straightforward. They send you home with some antibiotics and anti-inflammatories, and within a few weeks, you’re better.

I have no hope of getting better, just managing as best I can to function and not get worse with PT, daily exercises, and a handful of medications. This is the reality with chronic pain and chronic illness, it’s a constant fight and balancing act.

People tell me I’m strong. I know what they mean. But I don’t have a choice it’s fight or give up and die. So being strong doesn’t feel like a compliment when for me it’s simply surviving. If I had a choice, I would like a break, a chance to be weak for a time, to be able to rest, be pain-free for a moment.

It’s hard to grasp chronic pain and illness until you’re living it, and it’s even harder once you are, to accept it, to be okay that you aren’t getting better, and to find the will to keep going and get up each day, or most days despite it all.

We with chronic illness know we are strong but really, we are exhausted. Next time you see someone with chronic illness maybe rather than tell them how strong they are give them a hug or tea if they can tolerate it and give them permission to let go, and rest for a moment, lend a comforting shoulder or a cozy sofa with lots of blankets and treats, we really just need permission and a place to rest for a moment.