Have I really made it to my 9th NHBPM post? Well, hot damn. Let’s keep going. Today, I’m writing about memories.
When living with CRPS, there is a lot of down time and not always a lot of new stimulation. This can leave a person with little else to do, other than go over their thoughts and memories.
Sometimes, this can be a pleasant escape. A visit to happier times. Yet, other times it’s these happy memories that sting the most.
The reasoning for this is easily summarised in two words: never again. All of my pleasant memories from before I developed CRPS are of a person with a healthy body (mostly). She dances, that person, she runs and she giggles and she plays. Oh, how she plays.
I remember learning to run. I was an adult before I realised that this was something that I still needed to do, I’d never been very good at it. I’d certainly never enjoyed it.
Like everything we can learn to do, I just needed to practise. I was so very self conscious, I didn’t want anybody to see me trying to run. I was embarrassed to be a running fat person. Hindsight has taught me that I should have been taking pride in my progression.
We all learn not to care what other people think at our own pace.
It was only when I was alone in the peaceful, familiar and much loved Australian bush that I found the courage to try. It started with little walk/run alternations. I would have been lucky to run twenty metres in the beginning. It felt awful, it took all the motivation I could find to push myself to keep practising.
Slowly, my legs strengthened and I learned more efficient ways of breathing. It’s amazing how much in life comes down to breathing in different ways – and there are so many different ways.
Soon, I was running more than I was walking and it felt good. I felt like a winner. It felt amazing. I learned to love the burn in my calves, the burn in my lungs, the burn of the sun on my nimble body.
How funny to realise that it’s burning that gives me so much trouble these days.
Remembering this now, I can summon that feeling of accomplishment, of happiness. This hasn’t always been possible during the CRPS years.
A while back, I saw a short clip of the me-that-ran in an old video. I started to cry and could hardly stand to watch.
I just miss her so much.
I don’t remember where or when I first discovered or was taught this fact, there was a lot of medication riddling my system in the beginning. I do remember how I felt: enlightened.
Holy crap, I thought, grief is what I’ve been feeling this whole time.
Everybody grieves at some point in their lives, it’s a part of the human condition. We love and then, if we lose, we hurt. People experience this emotional process differently, however there is a well known model, the Kübler-Ross model, that describes five major stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance.
Here’s a little insight into how these stages can relate to a person coping with chronic pain:
Sound familiar, anybody?
The strangest thing about grieving for oneself is that it never seems to be over. These stages can repeat, cyclically and spontaneously. Sometimes I drop back to depression, sometimes to anger or bargaining. Sometimes I drop all the way back to denial and just curl up in a ball yelling “No! No! No! No! NO!”.
The steps back to acceptance are still pretty much in line with the five stage model.
I wonder if I will ever be able to maintain acceptance? I believe that it’s possible. I believe that I am capable. I guess what I really wonder is how long it will take…
When I am feeling the peace of acceptance, the happy memories stay happy. I can see them for what they are and enjoy looking back on the fun times. I can smile at that person that I used to be, wink at her and share with her the secrets of the past.
Memories might not be the best place for me to spend time when I’m feeling weak, but when I am strong and in the midst of acceptance, they can show me some of the most beautiful parts of my mind. I wouldn’t give them up for anything.
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Love & Flashbacks,
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