Turns out that my back had other ideas when I thought that I had finally got on top of it. It has been a pesky bugger all week, requiring 2 more visits to the osteopath and physio. Normally, I would just get on with life and accept this on-going maintenance. Normally, I would breeze through and do whatever has to be done. Normally, I would look at the positives and know that I am getting stronger day by day. Normally, I would know that it is through hardship that we grow. Normally, I would smile and tell people that I am doing well. Normally, I would try to make myself believe that we are what we think. Normally, I would accept that everything happens for a reason.
But you know what, this week I am DONE with all the things I would normally do.
After what has been nearly a year, I am done with picking myself up over and over. I am done with pulling myself together and being positive. I am done with thinking that my back is allowing me to grow stronger as a person. I am done with trying everything under the sun in the hopes it will help. I am done with my back consuming my thinking all day, every day. I am done with being in pain. I am done with not being able to do what I want to do. I am done with getting home and being in so much pain I have no choice but to be relegated to bed. I am done with not being able to go for walks or bike rides. I am done with not being able to have baths. I am done with having to put on a brave face.
And so, I have cried. And cried. And cried.
Has all this crying helped? No. I still feel crappy. But I do feel relief that for once, I am not having to pretend that I am coping with all of this.
It's been a long year. I am tired. And sad.
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