I’m almost done reading “The Mindbody Prescription: Healing the Body, Healing the Pain” by Dr. John Sarno MD and I have to say—
I truly believe there’s something relevant to my pain within these pages.
I’ve also started listening to someone who studied with Sarno named Nicole Sachs. I watch her YouTube videos while I’m working. I’m going to buy this woman’s book today because everything she says makes sense to me. And to be honest, I’m getting so tired of living with pain.
I mean, fuck this stuff. I’m ready to do anything to get rid of it.
I’m seeing a chiropractor who’s trying to move my crooked tailbone externally. I have a new and improved physical therapist who is helping with the muscles all around down there (and if you don’t think that hurts-you’ve got another thing coming)
Hey. That reminds me of a song from when I was 15. I saw the Screaming for Vengeance tour live. Rob Halford beating his motorcycle with a whip, lasers going off everywhere. The whole enchilada.
Did I think then that I’d ever be some 50 year old woman struggling with pain?
Pisser about Glenn Tipton though, huh.
Anyway–here ya go:
So back to YouTube Nicole. This lady encourages her students to make lists of things, memories, character traits that bother us. It can be anything. Then she encourages us to take 20 minutes a day, pick a topic from our lists (my lists are loooonnggg) and purge on paper about that topic.
I did my first 20 minute journal exercise this morning. I wrote so much, I almost set the notebook on fire. I even had to go back after my 20 minutes was up to add stuff. Hope that’s okay. I’m betting it is.
I felt tired when I was done. Like I worked out. And I wrote a lot of shit I always think but never say.
I think I did the exercise right. I almost spelled out “write” just then. Ha.
I am hoping like mad this is the answer I’m looking for. I’m ordering Nicole’s book today.
I’m stopping at nothing to feel better again.
I’m not living out the rest of my years feeling like crap, emotionally or physically. That’s for damn sure.
In other news this morning, the earthworms and birds are out in full-force.
I tried to show Penny this guy this morning, but poor pooch–she was looking everywhere like–what? What the hell are you showing me? Look how fat Mr. Worm is. Hope he has a good day and doesn’t get eaten. But if he does, some bird is gonna be lovin’ it.
Also, Penny Lane started her new drug regimen last night. We all slept pretty peacefully all night long. What a fucking relief.
If we can get Penn’s seizures under control, I’m going to guess my anxiety/ stress might also come down about a million notches. That would help ease my pain, too.
Doesn’t it all just sound so lovely.
Fingers and toes crossed for much better days ahead.