Crps Pain Quotes

If I only could explain How much I miss that precious moment when I was free from the shackles of chronic pain.

If I only could explain how much I miss that precious moment when I was free from the shackles of chronic pain.

what once cause catastrophe in my life has now become the catalyst for my direction.

If I only could explain how much I miss that precious moment when I was free from the shackles of chronic pain.

Suffering is so real & I walk amongst so many who have no idea how much my soul is aching to be healed.

To think how different ones life would be had one moment not altered it all - just don’t sit there too long or you’ll self sabotage all your growth.

Pain in the body is a clear indication, Something in the energy fields are blocking inner growth.

My name is CRPS, or so they say But I actually go by; a few different names. I was once called causalgia, nearly 150 years ago And then I had a new name It was RSD, apparently so. I went by that name because the burn lived inside of me. Now I am called CRPS, because I have so much to say I struggle to be free. I don't have one symptom and this is where I change, I attack the home of where I live; with shooting/burning pains. Depression fills the mind of the body I belong, it starts to speak harsh to self, negativity growing strong. Then I start to annoy them; with the issues with sensitivity, You'd think the pain enough; but no, it wants to make you aware of its trembling disability. I silently make my move; but the screams are loud and clear, Because I enter your physical reality and you can't disappear. I confuse your thoughts; I contain apart of your memory, I cover your perspective, the fog makes it sometimes unbearable to see. I play with your temperature levels, I make you nervous all the time - I take away your independance and take away your pride. I stay with you by the day & I remind you by the night, I am an awful journey and you will struggle with this fight. Then there's a side to me; not many understand, I have the ability to heal and you can be my friend. Help yourself find the strength to fight me with all you have, because eventually I'll get tired of making you grow mad. It will take some time; remember I mainly live inside your brain, Curing me is hard work but I promise you, You can beat me if you feed love to my pain. Find the strength to carry on and feed the fears with light; hold on to the seat because, like I said, it's going to be a fight. But I hope to meet you, when your healthy and healed, & you will silenty say to me - I did this, I am cured is this real? That day could possibly come; closer than I want- After all I am a disease and im fighting for my spot. I won't deny from my medical angle, I am close to losing the " incurable " battle.

For a long time I spent my weary days in a fog of what might be and what has been and I guess you could say im still learning how to accept what is.

I don't believe in the word " incurable " I believe to find a cure we need to deconstruct the cause.

I owe it all to words and art, the peace that came with a flicker of a pen silenced the suffering; eased the pain and life that was once filled with burden became sane again. It Became meaningful. Art does matter, it made me, when the world changed me.

I became a mother before becoming sick, but i never expected sickness to take away my independent mothering, so i plant trees to sooth my soul from the aching pains of losing the maternal ability to mother another child. My first born will be my only treasure, the one who knew who i was before the mess entered our lives and also the one who adapted with me to a reality we weren't certain of oh and lots of plants and plants and plants.

Maybe in time most wounds will heal; but this, this tragedy - it will last with me an entire lifetime. I can either make it my greatest story or fall short of who i am supposed to be, thats the only real choice i have left in all of this and from there my path will begin.

I tried to run from my sorrows and the damn bastards took my legs - I lay wide awake, no where to go, just myself, my mind and a pen.