Imagine You Don’t Know Me

Imagine You Don’t Know Me~

Just Try!

This thing called Chronic Pain and Fatigue think they have me figured.  That what is seen in me today is what I am.  Is who I am.

The belief that I am accepting this battle is a belief that is just an assumption. Because Pain thinks it knows me so well.  Making an assumption I’ll sink into the intrusive viscous whirlpool of  Pain’s symptoms. It’s true at times I have not had all the weapons to fight this. To fight this creeping disease. I don’t always handle it well. I’m  learning I still need  much more than I have in my arsenal. I’ve got to muster up some courage to forge on and show myself this battle too can be won. I’ve done it before, and I can do it again.

I Must!  I Can!  I Will!

So Pain,….. Please Pretend You Don’t Know Me.  Just for today.

This shifting quality of my life has me feeling much like a YoYo. Up, and then down, up and then down.. up.. and then stuck,… the string caught around all the tiny aspects of my world…. caught and unable to unravel itself without help.  I am searching for the right tools, my dad always advised, “Use the right tool for the right job” so I am searching for the right tools.  For help.

The pain needs to kindly step aside for a brief time to allow me the focus, the mindfulness I need to discover more tools and weapons I can apply to  help manage better than I am today.  The Pain needs to step aside and let me have a reprieve for new skills to step in.  Time for tools to be learned, ingrained. mindfulness to be open to the healing powers and energy that are sent with prayers from those who care. The focus to use the gifts of techniques and therapies that are searched out with passion.

Pain, imagine You Don’t Know Me.

Make believe for a short time that my body is not screaming at me.  Pretend that the muscle spasms and knots are dissolving like pools of  melting chocolate.  That the ache is something blissful, not painful.  Imagine that the headache that comes with a wave of each pulse to my temples are really creative processes;  happily at work. Visualize my brian and central nervous system are both army and civilian;  protesting together for peace and calm within this vessel called body.  Look up to the Heavens and KNOW like I’ve known nothing before~  that God is providing me Hope & Strength to push on.  [Even though there are days that seem darker than the norm.]   That God is in charge.

Pretend I have the power and courage right now to fight.  Make believe until it becomes the truth. Imagine that this body that feels the physical Pain can soften the edges and dull the sharp points.  Pretend Pain does not know me. Just for a bit. Just to give me time for strength to use the wisdom I’m searching for.

Imagine if you will…if you can…. that you don’t know me…..

Imagine, Pretend, Make Believe, Visualize, Pray, Dream, Hope, that today, just for today just for a moment………. that Pain…… Does Not Know Me.

12 thoughts on “Imagine You Don’t Know Me

    • Thank you kind lady for following me back. You are so right that it’s about putting one step in fron of the other. If not for this gift to keep the steps going God knows where I’d be. Keep moving, keep living, keep laughing.

  1. Yes, God does give us the strength to continue and He’s an ever present help. He also tells us his power is strongest when we are weak. I, too, like the analogy of the tree and the rock:) I’m glad you came by my blog, ’cause now I get to read your writing too, which I find beautiful, even in a piece that’s about pain. You’ll pull through!
    Prayers and hugs, Kat.

    • Thanks so much Kat for your kind and thoughtful time you took to visit my blog and to tell me what you were thinking after. Your encourgement and hugs mean so much. I really adore meetting women of string faith. I hope to get to know one another more through our writings.

  2. I can not believe you have this hidden talent of writing all this long! You are amazing and very heartfelt! No doubt you have this published! You are incredibly brave, strong and ALIVE!!

    Much respected~ Love your ever so greatful daughter

  3. Beautiful! The real tragedy of Pain is it robs the world of the full strength and talents of an amazing woman! Oh boy do I know all of these words! Sometimes I feel them more than the pain. And I would guess you do too. I am starting to decide fibromyalgia finds some people simply because they are creative enough to find a way around it. Keep looking for the cracks in Pain and wedge yourself in. Here in the desert some of the best, most beautiful trees grow right out of the rocks. It’s an amazing sight! If I tree without a brain and an iron will can figure out how to grow in solid rock then you and I can figure out this Pain thing.

    • Thank you for your kind comment.
      I like your analogy Itsreal~ It makes sense to me. Only people who can find creative ways to acclimate, to adjust will survive this. I heard today that we conquer this disease called chronic pain through spirited unity. I believe that there is a reason for everything albeit that I do not have the knowledge of understanding the why. Non the less I look at serendipitous meetings like this one as one of those reasons why. And this one I understand, this one I get. I am grateful someday’s for FM. Without would I ever have the gift of meeting women like you?

    • My little sis, my greatest fan. Thank you my friend for being thee when I need you, for being there when you need me. No matter how far we still look up at the same stars. I’ll be watching for you~

You are most welcome to share your thoughts, comments, and/or complaints here. Know though complaints are only handled on the 2nd Tuesday of the week.~ The Management

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