I’m joining Wego health’s National blog post month. For the month of November there are different blog post subjects for each day. I doubt I’ll do it every day, but I’ll try to post as much as I can! Today’s subject is: disclosure post, how do you decide what to share?
I’m a very private person, there are a lot of things that I don’t share with people, but for some reason it is easier for me to share through writing than it is verbally I try to stay positive most of the time, so sometimes I feel that I am painting a much too rosy picture of what life as a chronic mom is like. That’s when I insert a dose of honesty, as in my house is a mess, my kids are a mess, there is way too much yelling, and what I would give for a nap and some peace and quiet.
As this is supposed to be a “disclosure” post, in the name of full disclosure I generally do not include detailed descriptions of my pain and how bad it is, or my lack of sleep and my exhaustion and how bad they are. I often refer to the pain, but very rarely do I describe it, because I tend to think that no one wants to hear that. It’s somewhat idiotic that I think that though, since some of my favorite blogs are the ones that disclose everything, even the really terrible stuff. These people are putting themselves out there and sharing how they feel, and when they write I can feel their pain. I love to read blogs like that when I’m not feeling good, it helps me to know that there are others out there who know what it’s like.
So here is my full disclosure about what my pain is really like:
The truth is I can’t remember the last time my entire body didn’t hurt. Even the tops of my feet have been hurting lately, and I didn’t even know that was possible. My head hurts, my shoulders hurt, my neck hurts, my face hurts, my harms hurt, my hands hurt, my fingers hurt, my legs hurt, and my knees hurt. I even hurt on the inside since I get the lovely experience of interstitial cystitis. It”s fun, let me tell you. Did I miss a body part? If I have it, it hurts. Think of the worst flu you ever had and multiply it by 20, and that is who I feel every single day. Every time I move, even the smallest movement, it hurts. Every time someone touches me, it hurts. Every time I bump into something it hurts 10 times more than it should, the pain just magnifies and magnifies. Laying down hurts, sitting down hurts, standing hurts, there is no time to pain goes away.
There now, aren’t you glad I disclosed everything and you read through all that? I promise to never inflict it on you again!