It seems that whenever I set out to illustrate how my pain feels, I draw sharp angular lines.
Although I keep a ton of art supplies close by—literally in piles next to me on my sofa—, I tend to reach for my pencil and ruler and start mapping out lines.
During the past few months, I’ve been trying to do more, in spite of the pain I live with daily.
Today, however, the pain forced me to do less. I can’t sit without feeling piercing pain through the right side of my pelvis from where a huge cyst was surgically removed almost four years ago, after I’d lived under the shroud of a misdiagnosis for two years. I also can’t stand without that same piercing pain shooting up and down my right leg and through my right hip.
Because of my illness, for the last six years I’ve spent most of my time indoors, even during beautiful summer days. Some days, it’s hard to move around to do the most basic tasks, when you’re in pain. ALL. THE. TIME. However, so far this summer, I’ve had the chance to spend time away from home and outside enjoying sunshine and fresh air; and I am beyond grateful for the opportunities to do this.
My Small Surrenders 