I hate admitting I'm in pain. I hate to admit when it's control it has over me. I hate to admit how angry I get about it. Pain just sucks. It sucks the life right out of you. I look back through the years and see how much I missed because of pain and I hate it. I hate that it makes me angry and bitter. It begins to spiral and I get angry and bitter about everything. Then I write. I currently have 2 drafts of posts that I promise you will never be published. Thinking about them, I realize that I started them on days when the pain was worse. Yesterday was a bad pain day. On bad pain days, I move a little slower. I lack motivation. My fuse is shorter. Mornings that I write though, even if I only delete it all after, I can manage a bit better. I did that yesterday. Poor me, poor me, poor me. That was the theme of my writing that I deleted. When I looked over it, I felt stupid. Poor me? I am so lucky. I lead such a blessed life. I have so many wonderful things in my life and I can still do so much. Yes, the pain sucks, but I can deal with it. That's how writing it out changed my mindset. Was I still in pain? Yes. Was the pain itself any less? No. My attitude about it was better though since I got all that negativity out.
If you suffer from chronic pain, read the article and give it a try. It's not going to hurt anymore than it already does. It's not going to take the pain away, but maybe, just maybe it can help you see the silver lining in the clouds.