When my mom asked where my pain is, my answer was lengthy. After a bit she texted, asking if I’d been in a wreck. I told her it sure feels like I’ve been in a wreck but it was just a session in the dental chair.
I made it through the whole shift today, which wasn’t a given. I’m grateful for sunshine and blue skies at work, relieved to be home in bed with my legs elevated.
Part of why I write blog posts is so people who are interested can hear what it’s like for someone to deal with depression, anxiety, fibromyalgia, etc. I don’t want to come across as a complainer. I’m describing symptoms and such for people who want to gain insight into one person’s experience with healing, coping, and hoping. Part of why I’m blogging is because I’m a storyteller. I really enjoy writing. So, I’m telling my stories – because they’re the ones I know.