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TIME IS NOTHING BUT NUMBERS ON A CLOCK WHEN RIDING OUT A FLARE

To this day I struggle with the notion that I need to be awake and working during a particular set of hours. But I am getting better at not allowing this way of thinking to prolong my flares. Because that is exactly what happens when I do fight.

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Living with a body that doesn’t know how to forgive and forget

One frustrating aspect of my chronic conditions is having a body that absorbs its surroundings, mainly sounds and vibrations.Β  I physically feel every beat of a drum, which sucks since my son is a drummer.Β  It’s a miracle I survived his days of Marching Band and Indoor Drumline. I never shared this with him at the time, but when he would practice at home I would lie in bed crying from the pain.Β  I never asked him to stop because I refused to let my conditions get in the way of my children’s passions. Higher volumes produce a harder hitting punch.Β  My muscles and nerves may begin to spasm or twitch with the beat of the song.Β  Unfortunately this doesn’t end once the music does.Β  It will continue for hours, days, and sometimes weeks.Β  However music isn’t the only thing my body absorbs.Β  It has a vivid memory of all past physical trauma as well.Β  My muscles tense up and

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