One of the problems with chronic pain (and associated sadness) is that humans seem to be wired to avoid it. So often, talking about your own pain and sadness has the opposite effect of the one wished, compassion, or maybe even help. Instead you generate isolation.

Could be your own mother, your friends, your partner… at first there is a (fake?) level of compassion, mostly words. Then begins avoidance (first of the subject in the discussions, then in the physical realm)… the gaslighting (you’re not that unwell, we all have pain). The result is physical and emotional isolation.

So you end up seeing a psychologist to have at least one person validate your human experience. The psychologist conforts you that there is nothing wrong with your brain, you just lack a support system. Ah, good, that solves it.

Hiding behind a keyboard and a persona is comforting, but it does jack shit. My life has been shrinking and shrinking and shrinking… might as well be honest about it.

Sorry plebs, tough day… tough week… tough years…