When I have ______, then I’ll be happy. Once I finish ______, then I can relax. Once I get out of _____, things will be better. (Once I’m healthy, then I can start enjoying my life.) With originally good intentions, I have mastered the (dysfunctional) habit of putting off joy until I have done x, y and z, which, of course, never seem to get … Continue reading Choosing to Suffer
For the past few years specifically, living in my body has often felt horrific. I craved an escape from managing this chronic illness, clawing my way to any semblance of stability or calm throughout the day, only to realize that by clinging, the intensity of my discomfort grew. The world of healthy people with nine to fives, walking their dogs after work before heading out … Continue reading When Everything Is stripped Away: What Remains?
