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It is hard to imagine a time when chronic pain did not play a significant part in my daily life. That time is incredibly hard to envisage as I lay here in excruciating, searing pain.  

But there was a time when chronic pain, was just a mild annoyance. To me, it was just pain. Yes, it hurt and made life difficult, but it was something that I could handle. I thought that it was normal, a sign of growing pains and not of anything wrong, especially anything serious.

Oh, how I wish I could return to the days before the pain became chronic and overwhelmingly relentless. Before I could no longer remember what it is not to be in constant, excruciating pain. Photo by Anthony Tran on Unsplash.

Oh, how I wish I could return to those days. But today, especially on one of my worst days I can’t imagine what it is not to be in pain. Or a time when it was anything but chronic. The time when the problem was considered normal and not a permanent reminder of the neurological disorder that has consumed my entire being.

"But today, especially on one of my worst days I can't imagine what it is not to be in pain. Or a time when it was anything but chronic." Share on X

Now, I can no longer remember how it feels not to be in pain. Or even how long it has been since the pain has become chronic. Or a permanent feature in my life. But it has now become my reality.  One that continues to flare and get worse, and to which I have to learn to adapt to time and time again.

"Now, I can no longer remember how it feels not to be in pain. Or even how long it has been since the pain has become chronic. Or a permanent feature in my life. But it has now become my reality." Share on X

Often Feeling Nothing Than The Pain Itself

Yes, when living with chronic pain, there are good moments as well as bad. The problem, however, is that the bad days often heavily outweigh the good. And of course, there are the frequent awful days. The days in which chronic pain consumes the entire day, sometimes days.

"Yes, when living with chronic pain, there are good moments as well as bad. The problem, however, is that the bad days often heavily outweigh the good. And of course, there are the frequent awful days." Share on X

It is on these awful days that it seems that the only sensation that I am aware of is pain.   The feeling of the soft material caressing my skin or the cold of the metal of the bracelets surrounding my wrist does not register. Instead, I am only aware of the throbbing, squeezing and stabbing pains that dominate deep inside my weakened legs.

curled up in a foetal position because of pain
When pain becomes chronic, it can often seem like the only feeling we can discern is the pain that is ravaging our bodies.

The pain is constant; yes, there are times when it might be better than other days, but there is never an off-button. Living with chronic pain, the feelings and sensations that it invokes never stops.  Pain is often wholly overwhelming, entirely unpredictable, and frustrating.  One from which we have no respite or holiday from, however much we wish that we could.

"The pain is constant; yes, there are times when it might be better than other days, but there is never an off-button. Living with chronic pain, the feelings and sensations that it invokes never stops." Share on X

Chronic Pain Is Gruelling and Exhausting To Live With

The persistent and constant unpredictable nature of chronic pain means that to live with it is gruelling and tiresome. Battling the severe crushing pain twenty-four-seven becomes your own personal Mount Everest.  Every day you are forced to overcome and persevere through its harshest conditions.  

"Battling the severe crushing pain twenty-four-seven becomes your own personal Mount Everest.  Every day you are forced to overcome and persevere through its harshest conditions." Share on X

But often, the difficulty in navigating such terrain is that it continually changes. And as the territory changes, so do what we can tolerate.  No one day is predictable; one day, I might be able to accomplish the tasks I set for myself but unable to do anything at all on another. Some days I able to push myself further than my limits but on others doing so only makes the pain worse.  

The persistent and constant unpredictable nature of chronic pain means that to live with it is gruelling and tiresome. Battling the severe crushing pain twenty-four-seven becomes your own personal Mount Everest.  Every day you are forced to overcome and persevere through its harshest conditions.

Chronic pain continually pushes you to your limits and further pushes your boundaries. It is continuously relentless and all-consuming; a storm that cannot stop, only weathered. 

"Chronic pain continually pushes you to your limits and further pushes your boundaries. It is continuously relentless and all-consuming; a storm that cannot stop, only weathered." Share on X

Tempting To Hold Onto Hope; The Thought That It Will Get Better

Despite the ferociousness of chronic pain, however, I still find myself holding onto the hope that it will change. The hope that the pain will miraculously disappear never to return and life will forever be different.

However much I wish that the pain will disappear I wake up disappointed when I wake and it remains.

Each morning, however much I hope that things will be different, I am immediately met with searing, debilitating pain. And each morning I feel so sad, disappointed, and deeply frustrated that the pain remains the same; and life isn’t any different than the previous day.  Heartbreakingly, of all is that when the pain becomes chronic, this scenario becomes our hellish version of Groundhog Day. 

"Each morning, however much I hope that things will be different, I am immediately met with searing, debilitating pain. And each morning I feel so sad, disappointed, and deeply frustrated that the pain remains the same." Share on X

The Dream of Running Away From The Pain

When pain firsts start, or before it becomes chronic, it is easy to run from it.  At first, pain is benign and only slightly bothersome, so distraction is easy, and pain is something that you can handle and put up with relative ease.   

When it becomes chronic, however, pain is much harder to cope with, and making distraction much harder to implement in life. At this moment, whilst in unbearable pain, I wish I could run from it; running from chronic pain is something that I always wish I could do. It’s as if by denying it’s very existence will stop it from hurting and not affect me or have the impact it does on my life.

"Running from chronic pain is something that I always wish I could do. It's as if by denying it's very existence will stop it from hurting and not affect me or have the impact it does on my life." Share on X

However, I am unable to run from the pain that is destroying my legs and my life. Although I try to outrun it, pain continually reminds me that it is stronger and faster than I. Pain always catches up with me, and am reminded of its power and ferocity.  Nor does time stand still while consumed by pain.  No, time and life continue while pain perseveres with its destruction, and I still suffer. 

"Although I try to outrun it, pain continually reminds me that it is stronger and faster than I. Pain always catches up with me, and am reminded of its power and ferocity." Share on X

But my running from the pain, I am also running from the reality of my life with chronic pain. By doing so, I am unable to address my chronic pain.  Only by addressing it and the FND that has consumed my life, I can move forward and find ways to live with it instead of against it.  

Thoughts of Mending The Pain, Until It Becomes Chronic And Mending Can No Longer Transpire

Pain is something that everyone has experienced. We hurt or injure ourselves, and pain suddenly appears. It’s often excruciating and distressing, but there is comfort in the knowledge that it is temporary, with an expiration date. We know that our bodies will mend itself, and the pain will dissipate.

But such comfort does not exist when one suffers from persistent chronic pain. Because living with chronic pain, there is no expiration date. It is not temporary, with no end in sight.

Life becomes a battleground; us versus the pain
"But such comfort does not exist when one suffers from persistent chronic pain. Because living with chronic pain, there is no expiration date. It is not temporary, with no end in sight." Share on X

Instead, pain begins to dictate our lives. It dictates whether we can get out of bed, wash our hair, leave the comfort home or even meet a friend for lunch. Life begins to revolve around pain as every decision; every task needs to consider it as to whether we can say yes to it.

"Life begins to revolve around pain as every decision; every task needs to take it into consideration as to whether we can say yes to it." Share on X

We try anything and would gladly give up anything to fight and defeat the pain. It becomes a battleground; us versus the pain – a fight that we often lose and often nothing helps ease it. And so we quickly learn that mending may never be possible, so instead are forced to find ways to cope with it as best we can; anything to stop it from driving us crazy or continually stealing even more pieces of our lives. 

"We try anything and would gladly give up anything to fight and defeat the pain. It becomes a battleground; us versus the pain – a fight that we often lose and often nothing helps ease it." Share on X

In what ways, has your life changed when your pain became chronic?

This blog post was written for Pain Awareness Month and as part of the September Link-Up Party with A Chronic Voice.

What Happens When Pain Becomes Chronic
September Link-Up Party with A Chronic Voice

Sheryl from A Chronic Voice, as well as sharing her own stories and lessons with chronic illness. Sheryl is an excellent support to other bloggers and writers living with illness and chronic pain. One such way is through monthly link-up parties whereby bloggers and writers share their stories through given prompts. This month, I will be musing on how this chronic life is very much like playing a continuous game of the classic board game ‘Snakes and Ladders.’

Life With Chronic Illness Is Like A Game of Snakes and Ladders

Do you sometimes feel that you are winning in life; landing on the bottom rung of a ladder, climbing further and further toward success and fulfilment. But only then for life to take a sudden downturn. Landing on a snake and forced to slide downwards toward despair.

Yes, life, and especially life with a chronic illness is much like a real-life version of snakes and ladders. The symptoms, like the snakes on the game board, lie in wait to ruin our lucky streak.

"Yes, life, and especially life with a chronic illness is much like a real-life version of snakes and ladders. The symptoms, like the snakes on the game board, lie in wait to ruin our lucky streak." Share on X

Unfortunately, during recent weeks, I have been finding more snakes than ladders in my chronic edition of the classic board game.

When living with chronic illness, and its numerous symptoms that affect us it can feel like continually finding the snakes in a game of ‘Snakes & Ladders’

Once again, the weakness and trembling in the legs have become worse. I have been finding myself on the floor, again and again, after my legs give way with no warning. Living with a neurological disorder is continually finding new bruises but having no clue of where they have come from, or how we arrived to develop them.

As such, I am also finding a significant decrease in my self-confidence. The weakness, debilitating trembling and the falls have made me afraid of my own body; no longer confident in its ability to keep me safe and free from harm. Fear causes tentative steps toward the unknown, toward unpredictability. And it is never-knowing when my legs will next decide to collapse from under me suddenly.

The Anxiety That Accompanies Illness and The Fear of What Could Be

Going out with trembling legs, aware of the unpredictability of such symptoms, and recognising that my legs could suddenly stop working at any moment causes anxiety. A consequence of living with a long-term and its symptoms is fear. Illness creates a fear of the unknown as well as a fear of what could happen.

"A consequence of living with a long-term and its symptoms is fear. Illness creates a fear of the unknown as well as a fear of what could happen." Share on X

The knowledge that the ‘what could’ happen is very likely to happen but not knowing when can frighten. The unknown invokes anxiety when needing to leave the comfort zones we have built.

"The knowledge that the 'what could' happen is very likely to happen but not knowing when can frighten. The unknown invokes anxiety when needing to leave the comfort zones we have built." Share on X

Every Day Needing To Find Our New Limits

Time and time again, I have discussed how life with chronic illness never changes; every day feels like the day before. That living with chronic illness can feel like you are living your version of Groundhog Day. The truth is, however, that not every day is the same; symptoms can come or go, or they can remain stable or get worse. In regards to the symptoms that accompany the disorder with which we live, every day is a blank slate.

Able to do that thing today? No idea! Only by research can we tell our capabilities for the day ahead. Photo by Emily Morter on Unsplash

And as such, each day we wake, not knowing the limits or abilities that we possess, and the restraints that illness now poses. So every day requires researching what our body can handle and what we can and cannot do. Tentative and careful steps every morning as hasty research into the current levels of pain. Or the current rate of mobility. A ritual performed every day even with the dreaded knowledge that it could change within a blink of an eye. There is a relief when the research suggests low levels of pain and relatively good mobility. But on the days where the pain is crippling, and walking short distances is difficult, we face the day with dread and apprehension.

Inability To Enjoy ‘Dates’ When Suffering Disabling Symptoms

Living with such debilitating and limiting symptoms means that dating is on the last thing on my mind. And it even if it were, I often feel that nobody would be interested in me. I often feel like a burden and not good enough. Being stuck in the house the majority of my time, due to disabling symptoms, when I do go out, I like to think of the trips as ‘dates‘ from my prison cell.

Although I appreciate these ‘dates’, and the time away from home, I have been unfortunately struggling with them lately, not enjoying them as I once did. It is challenging to enjoy days out when legs are trembling so badly and feeling completely weak that they might collapse at any moment.

Being afraid and unsafe in your own body also makes you feel frightened and unsafe when venturing outside our comfort zone. Afraid that today will be the day when legs will give way and suffering a humiliating fall in public. It’s enough to make you want to stay inside the safety of our comfort zone where our ‘dates‘ can include watching a film on the sofa instead.

"Being afraid and unsafe in your own body also makes you feel frightened and unsafe when venturing outside our comfort zone. It's enough to make you want to stay inside the safety of home." Share on X
Sometimes the only date that my fragile body and wobbly has the energy for, unfortunately!

And then there’s the overwhelming fatigue that such symptoms cause. The mere thought of going out even for a short while seems like being asked to climb Mount Everest. I was recently reading about the potential capabilities of energy recycling. A process where the energy that would otherwise be wasted and converting it into electricity or thermal energy -thereby enabling us all to reuse energy. It left me wishing that I could reuse lost energy which would allow me to do so much more than I can do currently.

"Oh, how I wish we could reuse energy something that would allow me to do so much more than I can do currently." Share on X

There May Be Snakes Now, But There Still Will Be Ladders Too

As I recount on the journey of living with a neurological disorder, there have been highs and lows. Unfortunately, like when living with any long-term health condition, the lows have outweighed the highs. In this life of ‘Snakes and Ladders,’ I continually seem to keep landing on the snakes, causing me to travel further from the place I want to be. Despite this, however, I know there will be ladders ahead, that will propel me forward and into the stratosphere (and success). Until then, I will have to continue rolling the dice and trying to avoid those dreaded snakes.

"I know there will be ladders ahead, that will propel me forward and into the stratosphere (and success). Until then, I will have to continue rolling the dice and trying to avoid those dreaded snakes." Share on X
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