Chronic pain affects more than 1.5 billion humans worldwide so the chances that you’ve heard someone talk about their pain is pretty likely. However, if this is your first time hearing about chronic pain, you’ll probably understand it more after reading this.

Chronic pain feels like you’re wearing a 100-pound coat filled with random pricks of cacti. Depending on the kind of chronic pain one is dealing with, it’s likely invisible, which means a lot of people can’t comprehend how someone can feel like this all the time.

I was 21 years old when I was diagnosed with systemic lupus. It’s been seven years now and if you know chronic illness — you know how tired we are of living with it.

I remember the day after I was diagnosed, I needed to go to the grocery store for milk. It was a cold morning in Colorado Springs and as if I wasn’t stiff already, I had worn three layers that made my movement robotic. I remember waiting for the area where the milk was to be clear of people in case I did something embarrassing. Well, as my life would have it, I grabbed the milk carton with my wrists and it slipped down and bounced on the floor. What was more embarrassing was trying to pick it up. Good Lord…it felt like bobbing for apples. All of a sudden I wished I hadn’t worn three layers of clothes as it only made me sweat more. A woman my age came around and picked it up for me (after she must have witnessed how ridiculous I looked). I made a weird, awkward laugh and muttered something like, “Sorry, ha-ha, condensation.” She replied with something along the lines of, “We all do it,” and then she was gone.
I starred at the milk carton in my basket and then at the girl as she walked away. I felt like I had egg on my face — so awkward and embarrassed. I stood there staring at my swollen, rosy hands wondering what my life was going to look like if I couldn’t pick up a carton of milk at 21 years old.

As time went on, the inevitable began. Pouring coffee was a struggle, brushing my teeth became a chore and brushing my hair was never going to happen.

My new normal was greeted by chronic pain in the mornings and kissed goodnight by never-ending tears. I knew I needed to accept the pain but I still couldn’t understand why my body was failing me.

My body continued to fail me throughout the years as I got sick with hypothyroidism, gastritis, migraine, and depression. And as much as I love the cold weather of October, this month has been especially piercing (and still painful) after I was diagnosed with Devic’s disease. They discovered I have optic neuritis and five brain lesions. I couldn’t say why pain likes to torture me. Why, if I’m not vomiting every day from gastritis for a week, I’m flaring in my knees or walking around half-blind with head pain for a month with sleep being my only relief. Why every second of every minute of the day I think about what it used to feel like to not feel a damn thing. And I look at the girl at the grocery store that has that extra pep in her step and I can’t help but feel an ache for normalcy.

I wish people would understand that chronic pain is a disease. It’s pain that requires lifelong management and it’s not cured by a magic pill or magical green tea matcha. People who suffer from chronic illness, or any disease for that matter, didn’t do it to themselves by what they ate or didn’t eat. Think about that before you blame a human being going through their own never-ending pain. Pain is pain and human life is human life. You can do all the right things and eat all the right things, but you won’t escape pain. It meets every one of us at some point in our lives.

Maybe if we tried to listen before we judged, we’d have a lot more people feeling less lonely in their pain.

I’d say I’m an extremely empathetic person toward chronic pain because I’ve been through the lonely part. You don’t even have to explain yourself to me — I just get it — and I’m sorry. I know you miss a thousand and one things and I wish I could tell you every broken part of you will be normal again, but I just don’t have the words. So, I’m going to tell you about the morning I drove to work and heard the Japanese legend of Kintsugi on 90.9 KCBI-FM.

According to legend, a Japanese shogun named Ashikaga Yoshimasa sent a cracked tea bowl back to China for repairs. However, upon its return, he was dismayed that it had been put back together with hideous metal staples and thus, Kintsugi was born. The tea bowl was put back together with golden glue and Yoshimasa found that it was even more beautiful after it had been broken and glued back together than it was before.

Kintsugi is related to the Japanese philosophy of Wabi-Sabi, which calls for seeing the beauty in the imperfect and also mushin, the acceptance of change. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but as your pain breaks you — cracks you in every way — you’re changing into something new. You are your very own Kintsugi masterpiece.

So, to the people who don’t suffer from chronic illness, the next time you have the urge to give your opinion on chronic pain or perhaps roll your eyes at the person who takes a handi-cap spot even though they’re walking with two legs, remember that not all pain looks the same. Remember that they’re a human being suffering from a silent, invisible illness that you’re lucky you don’t have—and I hope you never have.


Remember that though you’re probably tired of hearing about people’s chronic pain, they’re undoubtedly more tired of living with it.

What if you were the golden glue that mended someone’s brokeness from chronic pain? That makes you part of the beautiful; a part of Kintsugi—a part of the change.

Don’t be a staple.

51 thoughts on “If You Think You’re Tired of Listening to People Talk About Their Chronic Pain, Imagine How Tired They Are of Living With It

  1. Love and appreciate your post. I live with chronic pain from Fibromyalgia, Autoimmune Hypothroid, and Arthritis. Most days I don’t tell people I know. For me the fatigue is just as bad as the pain. But God gives me strength to go about my day.

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