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Pain Blues

For a long time after I became disabled, I mourned.  I had lost everything, I shut myself off from everyone except my immediate family.  I immersed myself in the loss; the loss of dignity, the loss of who I was, the loss of hope.  When dealing with pain, there are no right or wrong feelings, and we are allowed to mourn, to cry, to scream, it is all valid there are no emotions off limits.  But when it becomes all that you are, and you forget that we still draw breath, have value, still have so much to contribute, GET HELP.  I would spend every waking minute telling my husband that they were better off without me and suicide was the only solution, and believe me I scared the hell out of him. I was so depressed that it certainly would not have gotten smiles and nods in Good Parenting magazine.  I lost my way, I forgot who I was, who I wanted to be and who I would eventually become.  Depression is a very real part of chronic pain, if you have not done so already, get help.  My husband who is my rock, my touch stone, and the love of my life got me to a therapist and a psychiatrist who specialized in pain patients.  Believe me I was on enough anti-depressants to make a hound dog smile.  I have weaned off some of them, but I still take my “happy pills” every day.  So if you ever think the world is a better place without you talk to  your family and talk to your pain doctor, he should have some referrals, if not these sites would be a good starting point:

https://www.findapsychologist.org

www.goodtherapy.org

https://www.psychologytoday.com