One Flare at a Time

Sometimes I struggle to accept my age.  It is not because I fear growing older or that I think we are defined by a number.  I struggle with my age because I really don’t feel that old.  Instead of looking back at a year filled with activities I see one or two events every so many weeks or months.  In a way it feels like time stands still when I am stuck in bed with a severe flare.  I was in my early thirties when pain invaded my everyday life.  Back then I would try to push through my flares.  The result was additional pain and leaving me to feel older than I really was.  Now that I give my body the rest that it requires I feel years younger than I am.

While some live from one weekend to the next or from day to day, I live flare to flare.  How much time I have in between is anybody’s guess.  I may physically feel twice my age, but my mind is still a few years behind my actual age.  How hold do you feel?

Gentle hugs,

The Disabled Diva

Published by Cynthia Covert

Diagnosed in 2001 with psoriasis, followed by fibromyalgia, psoriatic arthritis, endometriosis, and later a botched hysterectomy turned her world upside down. Cynthia shares her experience, advice, and tips for how to make life with chronic pain easier and less painful.

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