Most of my pain is due to hypersensitivity in my feet and lower legs. Touch hurts, shoes hurt, pressure hurts, I’ve had days when even a fan blowing air would cause me to cringe. Desensitizing my feet has always been my biggest battle, and yoga has helped me to not only get used to constant varied sensation but also taught me how to breathe and take my mind elsewhere when the pain gets really intense. That’s what this picture represents for me. It is so painful for my feet to intertwine like that, but I’ve been practicing this pose for a solid month, trying to find that balance between mind and body. Today was the first day that I was able to bear the pain and still take my mind to a happy place. I think there’s even a smile poking out from behind those toes! It’s days like these that I realize just how grateful I am for the small victories. They keep me going 🙂
There are so many invisible victims in the shadow of suffering. It has taken me many years, too many years in fact, to realize just how difficult it must be for those of you that make up mysupport system, those of you who must watch me fall time and time again. I don’t have much experience being on that side of the fence, but I am capable of recognizing that it would be devastating and scary as hell. Our story is no different from yours or your neighbor’s or your great uncle’s in Arkansas. At some point in your life you or someone you love will fall down, and you’ll have to be the one to help them back up. Unfortunately, bad fortune is universal,and it certainly doesn’t play favorites.
Heyyyyoooooh I’m back! It’s been much too long since I’ve written a blog post, and I’ve got some serious explaining to do. First, you need to know something about me: I tend to start something, become pathetically obsessed, and then find myself getting bored a week or so after discovering my new “passion”. So that’s part of why I stopped blogging, but that is really just the tip of the iceberg. Continue reading
There’s workers outside of my apartment washing the windows with a pressure washer.. Champ Champ is so scared! He was hiding under the table, but he decided my lap was a safer place. What a baby 🙂
I could spit out all of the sentimental quotes and movie lines in the world, but it would be in vain. In spite of my tendency to mill through ThinkExist for an hour in search of a quote that explains what I can’t, because if I find a quote that fits, it means somebody else gets it.