Why is it so hard to ask for help when you’re in pain?

I ask myself this question on a daily basis. Why is it so hard to ask for help when you’re in pain? After doing some research on this topic, there were three consistent reasons. These may seem like they are simple, but feeling like you are a burden that is undeserving of help can seem…

A minor rant about chronic pain syndrome

I suppose I have been sharing more about living with chronic pain syndrome and what it feels like to spend most of the day lying down in pain. For the purpose of this post, I hope to rant a little bit. Just a tiny conversation between you and me. It will be our secret. There…

Chronic Pain Syndrome

If you had told me three years ago that the pain I experienced was due to trauma, I would have laughed. But now, I know it’s true, as the sky is blue. The last few months have taught me what it means to become disabled and how to keep living when the world forgets you…

I have achieved hell-level chronic pain

Not everyone can have the trifecta of pain delivered all at once. But since I am an overachiever and a perfectionist, I managed to achieve a combination of three different sources of pain without trying. The last time I was in that much pain was in August. Let me tell you what happened to start…

I used to feel so weak when others called me strong

Strength. Honestly, I have never felt strong as I clawed my way through the trials of life. Always another fight, something more to overcome with time and wisdom. I understand the need for hardship in life; I have become a much better writer after living through the hell of 2022. But I still would not…

I want more moments of contentment in my life.

When your name is Joy, you hear more jokes about your supposed natural inclination than anything else. But here’s what I have found in the last five years of my life, being joyful is a practiced art form. It is not a natural state, well, at least not for me. In the last few months,…

Playing Pool with Strangers

Fourteen striped to the corner pocket.  I think this to myself and wonder if it’s possible. I have only played two games of pool in my life. The only thing I accomplished was learning how to hold the stick right.  See, I’m not an expert. I don’t even know if it’s supposed to be called…

Chronic Pain and The Rain

They told me that the weather might affect me later in life, but I did not believe them, and I thought it was an old wives’ tale. Now I am in so much pain because a rain system has hunkered down in the state where I live. One storm after the other comes across the…

On Saturdays, I lose pieces of me

On Saturdays, my best friend goes to church. And once more, I am reminded of how it feels to be alone. I spend my moments reading or searching for some type of connection again. I have found out something about myself in the last few years, just how much I crave connection with others. Walking…

How Warriors Prep For Nanowrimo

And yet it is a battle all writers must face eventually. It’s that time of year again when writers huddle together and decide to write an entire novel in a month. They put on their war paint, grab their laptops, and charge forward to conquer those 50,000 words without crying. But if you are a…