I can’t believe that I am finally off my medication. The pain still lingers in my body from fibromyalgia, but in many ways it seems better than what the narcotics did to my body over time. The pain is more consistent, not fluctuating around my medication doses, where the intensity would increase as my body became reliant on the drugs for relief. Though I did experience almost pain-free moments, the overall experience currently isn’t that much different from when I was on medication. Has my body finally started to heal itself?
The psychological part of taking medication is still active in my brain. I feel this panic sensation at certain times of the day, thinking I forgot my medication and feel fear at the potential for great pain. It only takes a split second for me to remember that I don’t need the medication, yet the automatic reaction still lingers. I no longer have to hide my medication when I am out of the house, or spend time cutting up my medication. I don’t have to concern myself with the stereotypes of opioid users, though the stereotypes still exist with people who have fibromyalgia (including my own shame around it). It will probably take some time to get used to this new reality.
When I first began to experiment with various medications prescribed by my doctors, I was in a great deal of pain. I couldn’t imagine living my life in this type of pain every day with no end in sight. I am grateful that my doctors were able to believe me, and give me some relief from the pain. I have no doubt that I needed something, but can’t understand why today, my pain is less. Perhaps my body was better able to adapt with less stress, and better eating habits. Over the years, I have tried many things to relieve my pain, and understand that a magic cure is probably not out there that works for everyone. If this were the case, we wouldn’t have disease. I imagine that the process of disease and healing is a complicated one, though there are many things we know help most, there are many things we don’t know.
The beauty of my own ignorance is that I can’t make claims for other people, nor give a clear path to follow. This makes the process a personal one, each discovering what works best for them. As much as I would like to help others have greater healing, I am not a healer. The blessings of a story, is that we can listen intently, and take the pieces that resonate with us. My story is in a sense interwoven from the stories of others. Constantly experimenting for greater health, both physically and spiritually. I hope that as I continue to make changes to my life, that I will continue to have less pain, and perhaps be cured from what ails my body. However, of greater importance to me is that regardless of my pain level that I will continue to grow in a way that brings me spiritual peace and hope, as well as deeper relationships with those around me.
Blessings to each of you on your own journey….
Congratulations, I’m so happy for you. It is, indeed, such an individual, personal path that changes even on the indivdual person over time. But. It’s so encouraging to read when others have had such remarkable successes. Enjoy your new freedom!!