The Despair of Bad Pain Days:
The Despair of Bad Pain Days Some days it feels like I’m being tossed around like a yo-yo. One moment I’m crushed by frustration, the ache of pain, and the creeping sense of uselessness. The next, I’m trying to claw my way back up with affirmations, telling myself to be kind, to be gentle, to hold myself the way I would hold anyone else who was suffering. It’s a constant back-and-forth, exhausting in its own right. The truth is: my energy is low. And when your energy is so scarce, everything feels magnified. Every task on the list grows heavier, looming over you as if it’s urgent, as if not ticking it off makes you a failure. But when I take a step back, I see the truth more clearly. Because I know where I’ve come from. I was once bedbound. Housebound. I spent over a decade within the same four walls, surviving days blurred with pain, surviving nights that felt endless. And even then, even when I was flat on my back in a hospital bed, I still tried to help others, to be there, to give ...