I look at someone like Herbavore and think to myself..how incredibly weak I am. She's lost her son..gets up everyday and helps everyone and I barely can get out of bed.
Hey, never compare your pain (or anything else about yourself) to anyone else because most of us will judge ourselves on the inadequate end of the comparison and that just isn't true. The truth is that I was so destroyed by my son's death that I was suicidal, I lost myself and my will to live and , like you with your kids, it was only the guilt I felt when I considered my older son and my mom that kept me from following him. But here is the secret you need to know: when you are so broken by pain or by loss or by existential despair that you would willingly walk out of your whole life and everything in it, you are presented with an amazing opportunity: you are made aware of the magnitude of suffering not only in your own life but all around you ,
in everyone's life. You may become more compassionate because of that brokenness or you may shut down completely. The Buddhists call this a choice. I'm not sure whether I chose life or whether I simply let life choose me, but it made me a more spiritual person and for that I am grateful.
living in constant pain is not something that I can claim though I do live with constant discomfort and occasional (during each day) true pain. It wears you down like nothing else except maybe prison. You are incredibly strong to be able to navigate your physical pain and the concurrent psychological pain that comes with it. You may think that setting those goals for your kids' birthdays, graduations etc makes you weak but I think that is a very good strategy for getting you through what sounds like a devastating life change. Give yourself compassion for all you have lost: your health, your perceived role in life as the "strong one" that others depended on. These are true losses and they deserve mourning.
To closeau and you and everyone that writes in the chronic pain thread please know that I come to Bluelight not so much to help people but to be helped
myself. I gain strength from this community of honest human beings reaching out to each other and for me it is a way to stay true to the memory of my late son. He had such a big heart,
especially for those brave enough to show their human frailty, flaws and weaknesses. That is why in my own parallel universe in my head strength=weakness, weakness=strength. Our culture confuses hiding and obscuring and presenting a stoic face as strength. I think that way of thinking kills good people.
