Pain Warrior: A Tribute to Sherri Little

​Please read. For Sherri.
Chronic Illness peeps…the circus folk most docs don’t know how to treat. And the government wants to weasel their way in between our doc/patient relationship…cuz they know best. Chronic pain is not glamorous or exciting or short-lived. It’s nasty, it’s raw, it’s terribly boring and it brings friends like depression and anxiety. 

It is a life Half Lived…of moments. Just moments.
Pain Warrior: A Tribute to Sherri Little

It’s all my fault…

I feast on Guilt and bathe in Despair.

It will always be my fault: I wasn’t strong enough, I was too lazy, I didn’t try hard enough, I’m a bad person and not deserving of love. I can never be enough. I am wrong. I am bad. I am inferior. I am less than. I should be better, do better, work harder, overcome. Why shouldn’t I be a superhero? I’m too fat, I’m too weak, I’m not disciplined enough, it’s all in my head – not real.

“Tell me one last thing,” said Harry. “Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?”

Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry’s ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure.

“Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”