What Chronic Pain Took From Me
I miss myself before I had ever heard the word “#Endometriosis.”
Now it is all I can think about.
I miss my belief in doctors and their magical healing abilities.
Now I resent them for not being able to help me.
I miss living life as carefree as I once did.
Now I am restricted by my own body.
I miss not being able to understand #ChronicPain on a physical level.
Now I only know chronic pain.
I miss when I only had the ability to be empathetic instead of sympathetic to those with chronic illnesses.
Now my only support is through those who also suffer.
I miss being able to participate in life.
Now every activity has a painful consequence.
I miss only going to the doctor once a year.
Now my monthly medical bills run up my parents’ credit cards.
I miss having only ever taken pain killers when I had my wisdom teeth removed.
Now they are the only way I can get through the day.
I miss believing that nothing could stop me from achieving my dreams.
Now I fear that my pain is greater than any hope I have for my future.
I miss me.
Now I fight to get my life back.