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The Sick In My Head

The Sick In My Head

“Pain is never permanent.” ~ Saint Teresa of Avila

Pain is something we can all relate to. It’s not always physical. Sometimes, it’s emotional. And more often than I like to admit, that’s where I seem to get stalled. I get stuck in my pain. Trapped in the spider webs of my psyche.

I wish you could see my pain

I wish you could see my pain. It’s a crazy sick in my head. It’s hard to describe. But when I close my eyes, it becomes frighteningly vivid. Sometimes so loud, it crushes the eardrums of anyone within its range. And other times, it’s low, like a faint echo in the distance. But close enough where I can feel it living inside of me. Hibernating in a carved out space within the darkest corner of my core. Where it sits and waits to release just enough venom to remind me of its presence.

How it feels when the pain strikes

Most days, I am extremely content. But those times when the pain decides to strike, I can feel it spilling all over me. Running through my mind. Working its way down my spine. Harassing my entire body, from my head to my toes.

Why me?

It constantly rotates around me like the earth circles the sun. Continually changing the trajectory of my life. Orbiting my spirit. Blazing a fire that burns doubts of my abilities into my subconscious. Touching every vulnerable part of my being as my mind is pushed around until it’s trapped in a corner and attacked. Leaving me to wonder. Why me? What have I done to deserve this?

Comparing myself to others

The power it has over me is undeniable. Its influence causes me to compare myself to others. I keep wondering, “Where’s my wishing well? When are the fairy tales my mother would recite to me as a child going to come true?” I don’t remember Cinderella having a debilitating chronic disease. Snow White didn’t have to use a cane. Sleeping Beauty never went to the doctor just to be told, “Sorry, there is nothing more we can do for you”.

The pain is so repugnant it makes my knees tremble. So demoralizing, it feels like the devil is spitting in my face. So fearful to awaken it, I tiptoe around life issues like a ballerina walking on a bed filled with razor blades.

When the pain is at its worst

At its worst, it strikes me over and over with blows to the gut while reverberating in my head like the saddest Sade song stuck on repeat. Turning my existence into some twisted fiction novel, strangers download to their smartphones and read as amusement during their lunch break.

Changing the life course I imagined for myself

Its manipulation slowly alters the life course I initially designed for myself as an adolescent. And every time I think I have shaken free, it grips my skin and hangs on to strike again. Bashing my mind with a persistent indescribable throbbing. Making me wish for that day when the sun and earth collide and burst into a magnificent new beginning where there is no more fear. Where there is no more pain. Where there is no more sick in my head.

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  • georgi54
    4 weeks ago

    Your words really strike a chord with me. I live with pain every day, some just worse than others. Tonite as I tried to make a couple of things for dinner and my lower back was having spasms, I wondered if it was even worth it. But I have always been known as a good cook and I just can’t let that go no matter what. Husband is fixing the fish and I managed to get 2 other things ready, so between the two of us we can get it done for now. Who knows what might be down the road. Hang in there friends.

  • Janus Galante moderator
    3 weeks ago

    georgi54, your reply to Nicole’s story is greatly appreciated, as well as your encouragement for the rest of us to hang in there! We all need each other don’t we?
    It was so good to read that your husband is there for you when you’re experiencing such constant pain.
    Thank you so much for your reply and your words of encouragement! Janus

  • Molly R.
    2 years ago

    I thought it was just me. I don’t remember what it feels like to not be in pain or not be tired all the time. I wish I could…

  • Julie
    2 years ago

    Thank you for your post. You have spoken for many of us. So many don’t understand that MS comes with pain. DIfferent kinds of pain, we aren’t all the same after all. I find it sad that we have to learn to live with the new us. Unfortunately, those that don’t live with the disease won’t understand the pain. This is their problem, not ours. Thank you again for your eloquent words that so many of us can identify with.
    Wishing you the best of health, Julie

  • KyTeacher
    2 years ago

    This is amazing. You were able to capture how many of us feel. I was in awe of your writing. I want to get my feelings down on paper; I think it would be a place to begin healing, to deal with the loss of my former life. Every time I begin writing, it is dry and has no feeling. I am hoping I find my outlet, my release of anger, frustration, sadness as well as hope for a better day. Thank you for sharing your writing and please continue using this gift.

  • Lisa
    3 years ago

    Wow! This must have been very scary to write. I am so impressed with your ability to tackle it. Nicely done. The pain of no longer being me (yes, I know i am still me, just not the me I was) is with me many days.

  • Nicole Lemelle author
    3 years ago


    We have the same pain. Not being me is so hard. You take years figuring out who you are, then it is all gone. Stay strong and remember to love the new you. Thank u for reading and responding.

  • unreal_cat
    3 years ago

    Well done! I FELT connected to you reading this! Such a rare thing in this sound bite world! Thank you!

    Side note: in the original story of the little mermaid, Ariel suffers from leg pain for the rest of her life.

  • Nicole Lemelle author
    3 years ago

    Thank u. I’m going to have to go back and read The Little Mermaid.

  • kicknMSback
    3 years ago

    You were in rare form then when you wrote this, very vivid and with so many wonderful analogies. Your Muse blessed you kindly, my seems to hung up on me most days. I enjoyed it even though the subject isnt a pleasant one. I found that I was happy for you to have gotten that down so thoroughly cause my pain leaves expressionism out, it stumps me into stupidity. I used to love words. It was if I had a view screen into my old self in the story aspect at least. It is never a good thing when pain has moved from an indication of something wrong or an aspect of healing to no reasoning at all and overwhelming past thought and function. Thank you for bringing this out in the open.

  • Nicole Lemelle author
    3 years ago


    I was scared to write about this subject. I was sure people would not understand. So happy you GOT IT. Thank u. Thank u. Thank u for responing and reading.

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