Pain backs me into a corner. I sink to the floor using the wall for support. My head rests on my knees as I hug
myself tight, an act of comfort that does anything but. I know this space . . . this corner with my name
etched into the stone, still bloody from the last time I clawed and scratched at it. Fear holds me here, whispering harrowing tales of where Pain has taken me before.
Linking up with August Moon.
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Such an apt message to promote ... sometimes I depress myself thinking of all I don't have intead of finding the joy in the amazing things I do have :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathryn :-)
I think we're all prone to go there. I'm a pessimist and a cup is half empty type so prompts like these by August Moon 13 definitely make me appreciate what I have.
DeleteI, too, have an understanding husband, especially when I grapple with the ins and outs of fibromyalgia flare-ups. We both sound lucky that we've found kind and understanding men.
ReplyDeleteYour essay is so moving and so pure.so honest and open. You are an example and a beacon of light to many.
ReplyDeleteBrava for another phenomenal AugustMoon13 post!
What a lovely comment, thank you Julie.
DeleteYes, you are an inspiration - to somehow look beyond the pain, which can be so all-encompassing,and express your gratitude for all that you have.
ReplyDeleteYes, my friend. You are deeply loved.
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your post moved me Kathryn. I feel for you.
ReplyDeleteI am grateful for silver linings. I know it's a cliche, but there's a reason that sayings become cliches, there's truth in them!
smiling at your gratefulness of your hubbys love...i am def grateful for that of my wife...she gives so much each day....and in the midst of everything else...all that was provided to me this year, as it was very tough 12 months financially...
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