Crps Quotes

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

Be a woman of confidence, not cockiness. Know your boundaries, set no limits. Speak your kindness and turn your back to conformed groups. The only way to be a woman of change in this world, is to walk what you talk and set your own soul free first.

It's still ok to dream with a broken heart.

She was always fighting a battle but her smile would never tell you so.

I create beautiful art, so I can look back on the life my body fell short of in such a way that it brings me peace.

The real heroes are those who rebuild their lives using adversity as a stepping stone to greatness in the midst of the chaos life has thrown at them.

I have a fear of living a surface kind of life; barely existing, barely touching or tasting anything. That's why you'll always see me giving my all or walking away ~ I'm too full of depth to dance in the middle of anything.

Maybe if we love ourselves healthy we will all heal?

Ache my bones, flame my muscles, tingle my nerves, but you will never taint my beautiful mind & I will overcome this condition with the belief that I already have. - CRPS AWARENESS -

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

The girl was a gypsy before an illness took control of her legs, now she watches in awe the world pass by whilst stillness teaches her about inner strength.

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

My reality isn't as gracious as it use to be, so I create things that are.

I thought having a chronic illness would make my life detour in ways I didn't want to accept, but I've learnt that have a chronic illness made the only detours that are worth the growth.

Change your focus, give power to the positive and starve the negative. We reduce our inner wisdom to think with logic that's been instilled in us whilst expecting miraculous results. Retrain the core issue and the pathway will build itself.

The thing is, there is no certainty in this life - in one second your entire world could shift. I'm not saying it will, but I am living proof that It can. We never prepare for tragedy and that's a good thing but my god what's it's taught me is how little we appreciate what we have or some cases once had.

Your attitude will either make or break you, we cannot change fate and the tragedies that enter our lives but we can choose how we want them to change us.

Dismantle your wounds so you stop living your life by them.

It will be your deepest tragedy that will give you the courage to fly.

The days of darkness weren't wasted years, i learnt how to walk with the stars.

The length of our lives are far shorter then we realise and half of the time when we become aware of such truth, we have lived most of it as someone else.

My ability is greater than my disability.

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

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

I have this one little life to live with, it's not the plan I had in mind but I can accept its the calling of my soul. The irony in gaining freedom through the heartbreak of stillness.

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.

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

I have a wild spirit and a less abled body, experiences don’t match up sometimes but I like to think I aspire to live large despite my limitations, out of my control.

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.

How brave you are for building paths out of the wreckages. How strong you are for standing in the midst of a greater collapse. How wise you are the expand your spirit beyond human limitations and continue becoming more of yourself, every single time. The world won't make you a battle cry, you're a warrior who learnt to shine.

I find myself enjoying being alone a lot of the time, people come and people go and you have to find a way to be ok with both.

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.

The years of stillness, with a life of illness taught me how to fly. Ironic really, they clipped my wings to trap me but i was in an eagle in another life.

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.

When i lost the power to control my legs, I learnt the importance of why we must always walk in the direction of our dreams. And only when i found myself in still did i really leaen this need. We are not promised a long, healthy life. We are privledged to be taking a breath. We could be fraction in time away from a totally different existence, and i think its powerful to speak of gratitude any chance we can. It won't stop tragic moments but it will open a new way of appreciating the things that truly matter.

they don't teach you about this but when survival is all you've known, good intentions can feel like a war. Heal the perceptions you've accumulated, living doesn't have to be a wound anymore.

The cage wasn't insignificant in the shaping of my wings, stillness is an experience only the deep souls can go. A quiet solitude in the midst of it all. A getting to know yourself once more.

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.

There's a power in understanding what the neurological patterning of trauma can do to ones mind, body and soul. When you seek knowledge in areas of growth, it's life changing. Surviving is a different programming to thriving, don't beat yourself up if has taken you years to be attracted to what's good for you.

The years of stillness, with a life of illness taught me how to fly. Ironic really, they clipped my wings to try and trap me in, not realising i was in an eagle in another life.

My fate was someone else's choice, but my destiny has always been my own responsibility.

My happiness cannot be tampered with, i fuel it from spirit within.

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.