When I was younger, I never realized how much I loved nature. Hiking, camping, being outside, taking it all it–I always assumed I couldn’t enjoy things like this because it would hurt.
That’s how I lived for a long time, not trying the things I wanted to try because I was scared that it would make things worse, that it would hurt more.
It does hurt, every step hurts. Every misstep hurts even more, but when we made it to the top of the hill, it was worth it. It was beautiful. It was fun!
I think it helps that I do these treks with my trusty hiking poles, and with people who who move at my pace and share the same mindset as me.
No matter what; chronic pain is chronic. Keeping moving despite it–maybe not all the time, but most of it–is my way of fighting it, of shoving my middle finger in chronic pain–and MHE’s–face.