I am 26 years old. The doctor’s always say, “you’re too young to have all these problems.” If only my body agreed. For the past 5-6 years I have suffered from chronic pain. I have seen approximately 7 doctors and have had multiple MRI’s, physical therapy sessions, massage therapy sessions, and prescriptions. No one really knows what is wrong with me.
Official diagnosis: Incurable, chronic, muscle and joint pain, of unknown cause or origin. Basically, my muscles get tight very easily and multiple large painful knots form causing nerve restriction which then causes numbness and tingling in my feet.
Thankfully I have discovered through trial and error the best ways to ease the pain and move on with life. Massage therapy has been a God-send and fortunately, we can use HSA to cover the cost. My husband is amazing and tries to get out some of the knots in-between my monthly visits with a professional. Muscle relaxers also help but I avoid using them at all cost because I do not like the way they make me feel.
How I move on with life: grin and bare it. I am in pretty severe pain several times a week and I am stiff and sore on the other days. I have learned that wasting my life away and feeling sorry for myself does absolutely nothing except make me depressed. So, I have learned that just getting up and doing life is the best option. I do not want to miss all the wonderful things that life can bring. Do I have hard days? YES. Do I cry sometimes? YES. BUT I have a good God and an amazing support system of friends and family. I couldn’t have made it this far without the love, strength, and support of my amazing husband. He goes above and beyond to do everything he can to make me feel better.
I am writing this post not for you to feel sorry for me and not to complain but to simply inform. This is the life that his been handed to me and I have accepted it. Yesterday at church, the preacher spoke about the two sides of joy, the easy side, and the not so easy side. We have joy when things go our way and everything is perfect. We also are called to have joy when everything falls apart and life is a big confusing mess. The Bible says, “count it all joy,” and that’s what I am choosing to do. God has a plan for me and somehow, this chronic pain is part of that plan.