It’s 11PM and I should be sleeping. However, my back is killing me and my hip throbbing (and not a good way). So, I decided to talk about pain.
I’m constant pain these days. My health is for shit and my walker is the only thing that keeps me a lot of the days from wanting to lay down and cry. I have a feeling one of those days I will be full wheelchair bound.
I’m lucky. I have my parents to lean upon but I know that a lot of disabled people don’t. I’m so fucking privileged to be able to stay home and take care of my children.
Yet, sometimes it doesn’t feel like it because there is a good portion of my life that is in pain. It’s getting worse and worse as I get older too.
I would love to be able to walk a mile without needing a break or to take that hike. I love photography and I had to sit down and take photos.
It’s literally a constant pain.
I know this sounds like whining and believe me I know how fucking privileged I am. Yet, I want to just yell and scream and wish for those younger days where I wasn’t really tethered to a walker.