Dear Body, I’m breaking up with you
There are many things you can forgive your body for, but there are moments, relationships, days in life you miss which you will never get back, unforgettable, unforgivable events you are denied in the face of disability. My body is broken, and she continues to break my heart.
This is how those of us with chronic diseases struggle so deeply to have “self love.” Trapped inside bodies that attack us, and hearts which shoulder the guilt of our loved one’s pain from the hurt our illnesses have caused- child, love thyself. Love your abuser. Forgive the one which harms those you love the most. Forgive, forgive, forgive….
Body, you have taken my choices from me all of my adult life. Body, you are the abusive relationship I have never been able to flee. Body, you have stolen my health, my career, fun, freedom… my dreams. No permission was granted to you, yet you take all you touch. You are a jealous, volatile disease, and you only care about your own needs. I have suffered abuse and trauma at the hands of doctors on your account, though, you still batter me without compassion. I’ve been abandoned and made to feel worthless, INVISIBLE because of you body; I’ve had enough of your games!
Body, I break up with you. Sorry, not sorry.
I tear you from my being and leave you. I will still care for you, because I am obligated. I am bound to you in ways I cannot choose, but I will not love you. I will not call you my own. We are committed to one another, but I turn my back to you, body. You from here on out, you will be “Body” and I will go forward being me. This is my self love. This is my self compassion. This is my choice.
I rage against your victimization. Your assault on my essence is over. I choose to make my life despite you, in spite of you. I choose, I choose, I choose. My flesh and bone surrenders, but my spirit rises up! Your reign, your emotional and psychological torture is over. Call it dissociation, call it compartmentalizing call it what you will- it IS a detachment, and it is necessary.
I sign the papers and I box up your things. You can live in the basement and I will now and forevermore preside upstairs, in charge of THIS HOUSE.
X A Body of Hope
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Posted on February 22, 2016, in Chronic Illness, Chronic Pain, Disability, Inspiration, Transformation, Uncategorized, Vizualization and tagged acquired brain injury, awareness, Break up with my body, CFS, Chiari, Chronic Illness, chronic life, chronic migraine, Chronic pain, Complex Regional Pain Syndrome, Coping with illness, crps, Depersonalization, disabled, Dissociation, Dissociation in illness, Dysautonomia, EDS, fibromyalgia, illness, Intracraial Hypertension, life with disability, Living with a chronic illness, Living with a rare disease, ME/CFS, migraine, MS, Nervember, Occipital Neuralgia, pain management, POTS, PTSD, Rare Disease, Rare disease Day, Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy, Resiliance, rsd, sci, Self compassion, self-love, Spinal Cord Injury, Spoonie, tbi, traumatic brain injury, Trigeminal Neuralgia. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.