Thanks for this! I'm in pain every day, too, and thanks to doctors I've had, I still don't answers as to why. But I keep doing what I need to run my house and take care of other business.
I spent ten years and went through probably 6 different VA doctors before they finally just diagnosed me with fibromyalgia... which was what my mom suspected I have since day one. So I feel you.
I'm glad you're still able to take care of business! That makes a huge difference.
Justin this makes me so happy! I waited 16 years to apply for disability because I kept hoping that maybe I would get better. It was really hard to admit that I actually needed help, but it was the best thing I've ever done.
At first, I hated the label "disabled." But actually being disabled - and having the paperwork to prove it - has been life changing. It's taught me to ask for all the help I need - whether from doctors, friends at church, family, neighbors... learning to ask for and receive help from others has fundamentally changed the way I interact with the world.
It's taught me first hand that we are all here to help, and to be helped... and we don't let other people help us (as men have a tendency to do), we're actually damaging our relationships. Hmmm... I think there might be another post in there...
I'm really, really glad that this post found you. We should stay in touch.
Thanks for this! I'm in pain every day, too, and thanks to doctors I've had, I still don't answers as to why. But I keep doing what I need to run my house and take care of other business.
I spent ten years and went through probably 6 different VA doctors before they finally just diagnosed me with fibromyalgia... which was what my mom suspected I have since day one. So I feel you.
I'm glad you're still able to take care of business! That makes a huge difference.
It's encouraging to experience our mind-body connection and have proof that our body is the vehicle and our mind is the driver, Justin.
Justin this makes me so happy! I waited 16 years to apply for disability because I kept hoping that maybe I would get better. It was really hard to admit that I actually needed help, but it was the best thing I've ever done.
At first, I hated the label "disabled." But actually being disabled - and having the paperwork to prove it - has been life changing. It's taught me to ask for all the help I need - whether from doctors, friends at church, family, neighbors... learning to ask for and receive help from others has fundamentally changed the way I interact with the world.
It's taught me first hand that we are all here to help, and to be helped... and we don't let other people help us (as men have a tendency to do), we're actually damaging our relationships. Hmmm... I think there might be another post in there...
I'm really, really glad that this post found you. We should stay in touch.
Justin, I hear you. My husband deals with chronic pain, and it can be as difficult for caregivers being unable to take the pain away.
We are fragile humans and I have a friend who created a mental exercise she calls "Dial it down"
Just imagine there's is a knob that you turn to the left and the pain dials down.
Our mind is powerful!