Fear and Loathing… in the World

Fear is like a lie. It might start out small, or insignificant. But once another lie or fear rests on top of the other, a cycle is formed. It’s like trying to fix a hole with scotch tape, you have to add more and more. But in the end, all you’re doing is making the problem worse. Those layers will eventually be stripped away and reveal the damage done.

The opposite of fear is not courage, it’s knowledge.

We’re facing so much fear in our world right now. Fear of what we don’t understand, fear of other cultures, fear of brutality and even death. What would happen if education and understanding took it’s place? What if people took a step back and said “I choose not to be afraid of the things I don’t know, or can’t see.”

I have seen it so many times! Bullies that push people around, just because they’re afraid of what other people will think if they didn’t. Abusive partners, fearful of being alone, lashing out and trying to force love. Disabled citizens that choose not to park in the handicapped spot (even with a placard), out of fear from threatening notes and harsh stares. People afraid of their sexuality, because they’ve seen how others were treated. Young men that fear police brutality, and honest police officers that fear retaliation (for the actions of others). Refugees without a home or food for their family, fearful of what the future holds. A world in fear of war, torn apart by the deeds of a select few.

“The enemy is fear, we think it is hate; but it is fear.” – Gandhi

I am in NO WAY condoning the actions of bullies or abusers! Fear is not a justification for misdeeds and actions. This is all about opening our mind to what the real problem is!

Some people might ask, what qualifies me to write about this? I write a blog for people with disabilities and invisible illness. What does this have to do with that? To those people, I would say this… I may not be a scholar or civil rights activist, I may not even have it “right”, but I certainly feel like the way were going is wrong. I live every day in pain, I work tirelessly to advocate for myself and others with chronic illness. I have seen how fear can grab a hold of a person and make them want to just give up. My own fear has brought me to the brink of death; and yet it was the fear of leaving my children without a mother that brought me back. I have loved ones in law enforcement that I fear for on a daily basis, and I see how much pain they go through every time there’s news of another shooting. I am not here to say one group is better than another, I am here to say that until the cycle of fear is broken, we will never heal!

“The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself.” – FDR

Education is key! I’m not just talking about kids in the classroom, I am talking about unbiased news reporting honest headlines. I’m talking about flooding the internet with true stories, from the voices of those going through it. Muslim and Christian leaders, coming together and having civil conversations. Accepting that yes, Black Lives MATTER, without (even once) thinking that that means other peoples lives do not. Taking a step back, realizing that any time you say “all of this one particular group is…” is not productive and feeds into fear! This includes police! Not all police are racist, or are out to hurt anyone. They’re afraid, just like everyone else, and (unfortunately) some of them can’t handle the fear. Knowing all this can be the best deterrent to violence available.

We CAN break the cycle of violence, and the fear that drives it forward! So, even if you haven’t taken my words to heart, at least listen to one of the wisest beings in the universe…

“Fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate… hate leads to suffering.” – Yoda

Sometimes the Pain is Just Too Much

So, it’s been a few weeks since my last blog post and I apologize for that. I have had a lot going on in my personal life, but more than that, I have been suffering. I’ve tried to do too much and my body is reminding me why that’s a bad idea. I’m tired. I get a lot of rest, but I’m physically, emotionally, and spiritually tired.

This week is my husband’s 40th birthday, and I wanted to make it special. We don’t celebrate our birthday’s. We have kids… they get parties, not us! But for his 40th, I wanted it to be different. So I set up a very small surprise party, just close family and a fun theme (Lord of the Rings, “Over the UnderHill”). I thought by keeping it small and not going crazy with decorations, I wouldn’t be over-doing it. I was wrong. I’ve spent the last few days practically bed-ridden. It was a fun party and he was surprised, but I have a feeling my days of party planning are over. Which is tough for me, as I LOVE to plan parties! Things may be different once I get my electric wheelchair, but I just don’t know yet.

I also had my 20 year high school reunion a couple weeks ago. It was quite fun and I’m glad I went, but (once again) I over-did it. I took a manual wheelchair (as an electric one was too expensive to rent) and my arms were killing me by the end of the night. Also, the back of my legs hurt horribly! How do people sit in those things without thick cushions? Now I know better! Add to that travel time in the car and sleeping (well, attempting to sleep) on an unfamiliar bed, it was another several days before I “recovered” from that trip.

I’ve started several blog posts within the last few weeks, but nothing has felt “right”. I’m not sure why. I wish I did! As many of my followers know, pain is so much more than just physical distress. These past few weeks, I feel like my pain has engulfed me. I hate that feeling. I’m supposed to be the one helping people through their pain, not hiding my head in the sand whenever I struggle with it myself. But the reality is that I have chronic pain, I’m going to have days and weeks like this. I know that! I also know that I cannot let it drag me down.

So, for all of you out there saying to yourself “No one could possibly be feeling this way!” I hear you! I am there with you! You are not alone!

I’m not going to say the cliche answer of “Just think positively and don’t let the pain win.” That isn’t helpful, I know that. It may be a true statement, but it’s not what we need to hear. We need to hear that people are there for us THROUGH the pain! We need to know that our support system believes our pain is as bad as we say it is. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always work that way.

My hope and prayer for you today is that everyone reading this has someone in your life that understands your pain, and supports you unconditionally. Never take that for granted. (((gentle hugs)))

On-line groups… support, friendship, and much more.

For those of us with invisible illness and chronic conditions, Facebook Groups have become a staple! Not that long ago, social networks were not considered a place for support. It was where the younger generation went to connect, share, and play. But it expanded and now allows people from all over the world to come together and find a common ground. Groups are everywhere and can be found for almost every subject. Some are open to everyone, others are closed (requiring an invitation or friend in the group to join), or secret (where the admins has to accept every request to join). Each kind of group can be helpful for people with chronic illness, especially closed/secret groups that tend to become very personal.

But how personal is too personal? Why is it that we find it easier to open up and talk about personal problems to strangers on-line than our friends irl (in real life)? I have a lot of experience with this! Even though I am very open about my pain and illnesses, there are so many times that I want to vent or complain about how much pain I’m in, but the thought of posting it on my main feed just feels… wrong. I’ll look back at my recent posts and see the last time I “complained” and think twice about hitting send. I feel like a burden to my friends and it pains me even more. So I’ve started leaning more and more on my groups for support. These are people that know what I’m going through! They are dealing with the same pain I am, so my venting isn’t an annoyance, it’s an average day to them.

It’s easy to get “hooked” on that feeling of community and join every group imaginable, but I caution against that. I have made that mistake and had some bad experiences. Some groups are extremely supportive and have people in them that offer information as much as they do consoling words. Other groups are all about drama and gossip. They commune under the guise of chronic pain support, but all they do is talk about how horrible people are to them. I cannot stress this enough, don’t allow anyone to bring you down! Whether it is on-line or irl! Venting and complaining is one thing, but if all someone does is make you feel small or unimportant, they are not worth your time. Period.

I’ve made several wonderful friends through on-line groups! These are people that “get me”, they know what I go through on a day to day basis and don’t judge me when I need to let it all out. I also know that they will have practical advice for me if I need it on certain subjects. Do I know for a fact that if I had known these people irl, that we would have been close? No, of course not. But I know we are now, and that’s all that matters.

Some advice I would give if you’re thinking about joining an on-line support group. Contribute. Contribute. Contribute. Don’t feel like you have to be a spectator, unless that is where you feel comfortable (especially at first). But the more you contribute, the better you will feel about opening up and asking for help when you need it. Contributing isn’t just posting images and/or articles. It’s commenting on other people’s posts with some insight that you’ve learned through your personal life, it’s reacting when people say they’re having a rough day, or it’s offering a virtual hug when that’s all you can do for them. You’ll find that your experience with groups will be more rewarding and that it will take less time to incorporate into the fold.

A message to my friends (on-line and irl): Thank you! Thank you for being there for me whenever I need you. Thank you for listening to me whine and moan about every aspect of my life, especially my pain. Thank you for being you!

What Does “Pain Awareness” Mean?

September is Pain Awareness Month. For some people it’s an opportunity to share images that represent their particular chronic illness, for others it’s a chance to research methods of pain relief and their effectiveness, but for most it seems like just another awareness campaign that makes no sense. Well, here’s a little insight as to why it is so very important!

Everyone has been in pain… everyone. Ok, there are some people in this world that have a disorder where they literally cannot feel physical pain, but it is actually very dangerous and they tend to hurt themselves quite a bit (like burning their hand on a hot stove) because they don’t feel the pain. But even they have felt emotional pain. All pain is relevant! Yes, National Pain Month is specifically for physical pain, Mental Health Month is in May, but that is not my point. Stick with me.

Pain goes so much deeper than just the nerves in our skin. When someone deals with chronic pain (and I mean 24/7, all day-every day), it is exhausting. It drains every bit of energy out of a person, and it often breaks down the barrier between the physical and mental pain receptors. This is why the majority of people that have chronic illness also deal with some form of depression and/or anxiety. The longer we deal with pain, the worse it can get. More people with chronic and invisible illness die from suicide than any other complication of their disease.

Pain awareness is more than just saying “Hey look, I’m in pain and you should be aware of that!” It’s saying “Pain is a serious condition and it needs considerably more research, we need awareness/funds to make this happen. My life is hard and I need people to know how hard it is, so that we can keep other people from dealing with the same issues I have.”

That is what pain awareness is, that is what it should mean. Let’s spread the word and make people sick of how much we talk about it! Let’s make sure people know that pain is not something to keep hidden. If you’re suffering and feel like you can’t talk about your pain because you’ll just be branded a “complainer”, now is your time to speak out! Make people aware of the fact that chronic pain is a serious condition that can impact every part of your life. No one should have to go through that alone.

So for September (and beyond), spread awareness and share how pain has affected your everyday life. Make the invisible, visible.

My Pain is Being a PILL!

***Fair Warning! I wrote this at 2:30 am… really hoping it makes sense!***

 

What happens when you think you took your medication, but might not have? Well, that’s a crazy question, because you’re meticulous about putting every pill in each days slot of the weekly medication holder, so why wouldn’t each pill be in each slot? Good question! One could deduce that a random fairy or gnome stopped by and noticed I had left Sunday mornings pill box open, so they decided to rummage through to find a……. ok I’m over making up stupid stuff. I messed up! Somehow I didn’t put my pain pill, my most important (well, to me) medication into the Sunday morning slot in my pill box. When did I notice this? Sunday evening when I could barely move the pain was so intense. I had chalked it up to the weather being bad, which does usually set me into flare mode, but this was different. By night I was shaky and my temp wouldn’t regulate, I knew that feeling… withdrawal. I hadn’t had my pain pill! What the holy hell! It was time (anyway) to get my pills set out for the next week, so I got started on that and took a pain pill (which I don’t usually do in the evening, but it wasn’t a “usual” kind of night). After making a 1000 percent sure every pill was in every slot, I took my evening pills and prayed that I could get to sleep at a decent hour. That was at 11 pm, it is now 2:30 am. Now, just to give you an idea how bad that is… I take multiple sleeping pills and supplements that are supposed to knock me out because of my terrible insomnia. Still awake.

People get on my case for how many prescriptions I take, but what they don’t understand is that those meds are the culmination of the research that companies have put into that which I am suffering from. Yes, there are side-effects! Yes, I take that risk upon myself when I take that drug. Yes, I would prefer to have anther viable alternative (but as of right now it is not legal in the state I live in). So, for now I will do what my doctor tells me to do and take my 15 prescription medications and 7 vitamins/supplements that I know based on research have helped some people in my situation. I will not reduce myself to snake-oil because it “cured” a bunch of people (which is a statistical impossibility). I can’t help being a realist, it’s just who I am. I look at things how they are, not how they could be. So, how things are for me… I need these medications to function on a daily basis. If I do not take them on a daily basis, I cannot function.

Like today.

On a Personal Note

Most of my blog posts are about awareness for invisible illness, social acceptance of disabilities, food allergies, and so on. But it is also important for me (as a person) to just let everyone know how I’m doing and what is going on in my world. It is very possible that this is arrogant on my part, but it’s my blog and I can do what I want. 🙂 Just kidding, kind of.

Well, I had a follow-up with my new Rheumatologist yesterday and sure enough, I do have Rheumatoid Arthritis (possibly Lupus as well). Some of the tests for Lupus were inconclusive, but everything for RA came back positive. They’ll be keeping an eye on the Lupus, but going forward with RA treatments. As for the Ehlers-Danlos diagnosis, I am still waiting for that to become official. She agrees that I “most likely” have it (I know I do, and I can tell she does too, but just won’t say it). She is insistent that I get genetic testing before she can move forward with an official diagnosis, even though I know that H-type does not show up on genetic testing and may not be covered by my insurance (we’re still working that out). Mine is a typical story though, one I’ve heard over and over on-line. People go years without a diagnosis, just to have every doctor shoot down what they KNOW to be true.

That’s one of the main reasons I’m doing what I’m doing! People just don’t know how devastating it can be to KNOW you have this debilitating disease and still have doctors question you. Just because we’ve sought help and answers on-line, does not mean we’re hypochondriacs. Just because we’ve spent countless hours researching symptoms, does not make us obsessive. Just because we’re relentless in our pursuit of a diagnosis, does not make us pushy patients. If we don’t stand up for ourselves, we eventually won’t be able to stand at all!

Ok, off that soap-box (for now). The other big thing that came out of my appointment was a prescription for mobility assistance. Yep, I’m getting a scooter! Not something I will use all the time. I have every intention of keeping attempting to walk for as long as my body will allow me to, but recent activities have been extremely difficult and kept me bed-ridden for days. So, when I told her about it, she agreed I needed that option. I have people coming to my house at some point to asses my mobility needs… yippee! Come see my messy house that I can’t clean because I’m sick! I have blankets I can throw over stuff, that will work, right? The other important thing is that my temporary handicapped placard is being upgraded to permanent. No more renewals and begging for a new one. No more waiting months for doctor visits and having him tell me that they really should just go to people that “really need them”, just to have him reluctantly write one for a couple months because I’m in extreme pain. Justification… I have to say, it is sweet.

Some other (smaller) things to come out of the appointment would be that she took me off of a med that was probably the cause of some severe dizziness. At one point this past week I actually had to be helped out of church because I almost fell over, fun times. My Sjogren’s isn’t getting any better, but we’re going to see how things go once my other treatment starts. I have to get a few immunizations before I can even begin the infusions for the RA. She also gave me steroid injections in my knees, which hurt like CRAZY! I’m hoping it’ll be worth it, because the next day it still feels like the needle is in there! Ugh.

I do have one other big “story” to tell, but I’m going to do so in a separate post. It was a pretty upsetting situation and I have had to collect my thoughts in a big way before posting about it. But no worries, you’ll get the full story very soon! For now, I wanted to give you a little insight into how things are going for me. Other than a very stressful situation (again I’ll post about that later), things are not too bad. Getting a diagnosis is always bitter-sweet. Knowing what’s wrong is always good, but finding out how they’re going to treat you can be daunting! Changes in medication, infusions, steroid injections, all kinds of “good times” ahead. I’ll make it through, I always have and I always will. For now, God bless and have a wonderful, pain-free day!

A Day in My Shoes

How many times have you said “If they could spend one day in my shoes (one minute even) they might understand how I feel”? I’m guilty of saying this as well, but the more I really thought about what those words meant, I’ve cut it out of my vocabulary. Here’s why.

As someone with multiple invisible illnesses, I live every day in constant chronic pain. I manage that pain as best as I can, but it’s always there. I would never wish this on anyone… not even for a minute. It’s easy to think differently when your doctor is staring blankly at you while you are trying desperately to explain your symptoms (and all they do it add on another prescription). It’s easy to think that way when you see a post from a (well meaning) friend or family member trying to convince you that their product will cure everything. It’s especially easy to think that way when someone judges you for using your disability accommodations (like parking placard, benefits, mobility help, etc.), where you’re left feeling broken and alone. Why shouldn’t they feel your pain?! Why shouldn’t they know just how horrible they’re making us feel with their words? Because we have to be better.

Think about it. How can we advocate for our illness if we’re willing to allow anyone else to feel that same pain? For me to say “I want you to know what this feels like” is like me saying “I honestly think that you should be put in an iron maiden that’s set on fire, that might give you some indication of how much pain I deal with on a daily basis”. This might seem like an over-exaggeration to some, but for anyone that’s been through a flare… it’s completely accurate. We have to be better than that.

Let me put it another way.

As a parent, I strive to teach my children the difference between right and wrong. I honestly believe that most parents want the same for their kids. Not all people succeed in this goal, but it is an inherent desire we all have. Unfortunately there are some people out there that choose violence as the answer to every problem, and therefore instill that mentality onto their children. I hope and pray my kids never see that in me. This is one reason why I would never want them to hear me say that I hope someone else could feel my pain. They know what I go through every day, they’re not blind to my pain. So to curse someone else with the same infliction, would be as violent an act as any they could see on the news. Is it starting to sink in?

Education is key! Let’s annoy people with awareness posts to the point that they have no other option than to ask what’s wrong. Let’s make hand-outs for people that explain your condition, so when someone judges you for using a prescribed medical device or doctor issued handicapped placard, they learn something new. Let’s make our voices heard! Just because our illness is invisible, doesn’t mean we are! I never want you to feel this pain, now take the time to learn about mine.

Is Giving In… Giving Up?

For months now, I have been on a steady decline and that is saying something, because I was already not in very good shape. I’m not saying this to elicit sympathy or prayers, it is simply a statement of truth.

I’m going to go on a little detour from my main post topic for one second to address my last sentence there, because as soon as I wrote it I realized this has to be said. Please let people talk about their health without feeling like you HAVE to comment on how sorry you feel for them or that you will keep them in your prayers. Now, I am a Christian (see my post called “Faith in the Midst of Pain“), but there are times I feel like I can’t vent about how I feel because I know it will just be taken as a solicitation for sympathy. It’s not! Pray for me, by all means. But when a friend with invisible illness is talking to you about their symptoms, it means they trust you… a lot. Don’t break that trust, don’t make them feel like what they’re saying should be pitied. Ok, back to what I came here to say.

Is giving up, giving in? The short answer is no, but (as we all know) there is no such thing as a short answer (well maybe 2+2). My point is that, there is almost always more to the situation than just saying “Don’t give up, no matter what!”. Here’s an example…

When I got married just over 15 years ago, my husband and I were living in San Antonio, TX. We loved it there, and only moved because of job opportunities and family. If it were just for location alone, we would still be in Texas. Anyway, we honeymooned in the Hill Country and it was beautiful! Not far from where we were staying there is this huge rock, the size of a giant hill (but a rock). It’s a big thing to climb this rock, there were hundreds of people there (like all the time) walking, crawling, and climbing up this thing. Well, up until this point I still didn’t know I was sick. All I knew was that I had back problems, headaches, and that I most likely had carpel tunnel (the only explanation my doctor could give me for my wrist pain). I also knew I had asthmatic problems, but had never been diagnosed and was therefore never given an inhaler. So climbing this giant rock was NOT high on my list of things I wanted to do on my honeymoon. But my new husband really wanted to do it, and he thought it would be a romantic thing to do together. It. Was. Not. Less than half way up I started hurting. He decided to try different motivational techniques, like cheering me on and even negative reinforcement (I put a stop to that one right away). Eventually I made it to the top, but it took several hours. I was in so much pain by that time I had learned something about myself… it doesn’t matter how much someone is trying to motivate me, I can only do what I can physically do. Period. I should have given up. I should have stopped and gone back down as soon as I felt the pain searing through my body. But I didn’t, I allowed myself to be pushed and because of that I had to be (practically) carried down the rock and back to the hotel. I spent the rest of the honeymoon miserable. I don’t blame my husband! He was only doing what he thought was the right thing to do, neither of us knew about my chronic conditions. If we did, we would never have even attempted to make the climb.

So now I’m faced with another rock to climb… mobility. My legs are losing the battle and even though I can walk, if I have to walk for long periods of time, I’m laid out for at least a day (often more). I know that I will have to have a serious conversation about this with my doctor at my next appointment, but I have other people pushing back. I get everything from “You’re too young for a wheelchair!” to “I’m just going to believe that you’re going to get better!”. These are not helpful. Of course I want to “get better”, but reality dictates I look at facts. The fact is that things are going to continue to get worse. I am not just giving up! I will take my vitamins, I will do my physical therapy, I will be an advocate for my disability rights. Getting into a wheelchair is not giving up on myself. It may be giving in, but not giving up.

There’s Simply No Excuse.

We’ve all seen them, those inspirational pictures and stories of people who have endured great odds to become successful. People with disabilities, but still managed to overcome and win a sport or defy expectations. These are often (ok, pretty much always) followed up with the phrase “What’s your excuse?” and I’m here to say, “Who are you to ask?”.

Some people may find motivation in that medium, but most of the disabled community find it demeaning. Think about it. Unless you’re looking in a mirror, you have NO idea what that person goes through every single day. There are some amazing people out there with disabilities, that do incredible things with the hand that has been dealt them, but to judge others lives based on what how those people live is not doing anyone justice. Here are a few examples.

Morgan Freeman has Fibromyalgia. Many people do not know this, but it’s true. He has said that after a car accident, tendons in his arm were so badly damaged that he could barely move and the Fibromyalgia developed as a result. So, how can he still work and make insanely incredible movies when other people with the same condition complain about even working? Because no two people are the same! He has different symptoms and I know for a fact he uses his pain in his performance. He also smokes a lot of medical weed, he has made that very clear in interviews. It’s his main medication and it works.

Rick Allen (the drummer from Def Leppard, you know… he’s only got one arm). Seriously, I cannot tell you how many times I have heard this one come up! “Well, if Rick Allen can do it, I bet you can too.” Yeah, well I am not Rick Allen. He’s a unbelievable talent and how he does is frankly beyond me, but saying that anybody can do anything just because someone can drum with one arm, is not motivating.

Paralympians. I have SO much respect for all the athletes at the Olympics! I cannot even imagine all the hard work that goes in to getting there. Especially for those competing in the Paralympics. Each and every one has obviously endured some amazing journey to get where they are, and there’s no doubt in my mind that most of them deal with pain on a daily basis (as do many of the athletes in the Olympics as well). That being said, each and every one of those Olympians/Paralympians are unique! Their conditions are constantly monitored by doctors and specialists. To suggest that another’s pain is less valid because someone with the same condition can win a gold medal, is degrading and disrespectful.

Elderly individuals that stay fit. I love to see senior citizens doing yoga, jogging, and lifting weights. I think we all do. It means they’ve either taken good care of themselves throughout their whole life, or they’re doing everything they can to add years onto their life now. This one means a lot to me. As many of my readers know, I recently lost my Grandmother. It was a difficult loss because we were at odds for many years and only recently became close. I miss her dearly and would give anything to see her up and running or doing yoga. I just cannot stand the images I see that say “85 years old… what’s your excuse?” and have an older gentleman with bulging muscles. Well, I’m 39 and I am now using my Grandma’s old walker. This is not a choice we make. I am not sitting around, eating bonbons, and just feeling sorry for myself. If I could do what these amazing people are doing, I would (maybe not the bulging muscles).

There are plenty of other examples I could add here, but honestly I will just get overly riled up and that won’t benefit anyone. This is an emotional topic for those of us with invisible illness, because we deal with a constant barrage of “motivational” images on a daily basis (especially on social media). We’re going to see it a lot more during the Paralympics, so I wanted to get this out there and make sure people really understood the true damage they cause. Now, there is no excuse for posting it.

 

The Positivity Police

“Just stay positive!”

“No one wants to be around a Debbie Downer.”

“When you have a bright outlook, nothing can look too dark.”

Shut. Up.

I know that being negative all the time is no fun for anyone, especially our friends and family. But there are some people who take it upon themselves to act as our positivity coaches, the one that’s going to pull us out of our “funk” (no matter the cost). Then it turns into a boot camp, instead of a counseling session. Every time they speak, the condescension oozes off of them like Slimer from the Ghostbusters. Guess what, I don’t need it! Surprisingly enough, I am a very positive person. If I were not, I wouldn’t be here.

Let me explain something very important (this is mainly for the able bodied people readers, but anyone dealing with chronic pain make sure to pass this along).

If we complained HALF as much as we felt like it, we would never stop! It would be 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. So, when we mention in any small fashion that we’re in pain, we are in extreme pain. Something different is going on that is over and above our typical pain, and it’s so bad that the barrier has been breached. It is to the point that something has to be said. If we don’t say it, we run the risk of everyone saying “Well, why didn’t you say something?!” when we end up in the hospital, can’t work the next day, and so on. So, do NOT blow it off as just another bout of negativity or complaining. It is serious, always!

To all the positivity police out there… stop it, please. I’m not saying to never pass on a positive message, we appreciate it! I’m saying, don’t expect us to never be negative about our condition. It is going to happen, and we have to be able to feel that. We are entitled to our feelings, as you are entitled to yours! My pain has forced me to see the world in a whole new light, and (even though I 100% believe in being positive) I just don’t need anyone else constantly telling me the best way to stay positive. Now, I’m sure I sound like a huge downer, I swear I’m not! I’m upbeat and tend to be a very strong person (I even pass along some of those positive messages on social media sometimes). My point in all this is when someone has chronic pain, the last thing they need is other people forcing a bunch of anti-negative rhetoric at them. Be an ally for people with invisible illness! Be there for them, don’t treat them like their pain is anything less than what it really is… horrible.