It is often hard for me to come to honest terms with my reality of chronic pain. When it all began 15 months ago, I told myself it was just phase, an unfortunate speed bump in my otherwise remarkably normal life. In time, the headaches would stop, and the violent weight of anxiety and depression would be lifted. But then, those things didn’t stop; they got worse. And there finally came a point where I had to take cold, hard, look at reality and tell myself, “Lindsey, this is not just a phase of your life. This is your life.” And I’m still struggling to accept that. I mourn the life I used to have. A life where I could have my own career and be financially independent. A life where I could jog and hike whenever I wanted to. A life where I could make plans to do fun things with my friends and family without having to add, “but there is a good chance I won’t be able to go.” And I could go on and on and on about all the great things chronic pain ripped away from grasp after knocki
Empowering those afflicted with chronic pain