I woke up this morning thinking I was going to write a detailed post about how I managed to juggle motherhood, work, and chronic pain and still have an amazing Memorial day despite it’s challenges. Most of you know my story and the purpose of my blog. I want to inspire people and show them that they can have an amazing, fulfilling life despite chronic pain. I was going to post a picture of my two year old and I at the full packed pool each smiling genuine smiles that were masking no pain. Then, I saw this picture and I just couldn’t ignore it.
I am mildly ashamed to admit that the purpose of Memorial Day did not once hit me until I saw this vision late last night. I was so busy planning, working, and watching two children at the pool for five hours that I forgot why everyone had the day off and why every where I walked all I could smell were hot dogs cooking on the grill. It took this image to make me reflect on the amount of strength and pain people around our country (past, present, future) are facing on a daily basis. Yes, their pain may be more visible then those of us with chronic pain but that does not change the amount of anguish, pain, and fear soldiers and their families face on an hourly basis. Sometimes pain is pain. Sometimes pain demands to be felt and I would like this post to be dedicated to the men, women and families that put their lives on the line for our freedom and safety.
I will continue to help, write, support and spread awareness on chronic pain. I have chronic pain and it may never go away but I found the strength and tools to live with it without treatment or medications. My purpose is to continue to reach and help as many people dealing with an invisible illness as I can. But for today, I am honoring the heroes of our country that I should have been honoring yesterday.