Feeling philosophical this morning as I woke up to face another day of intense pain.
How does one reconcile a love of life with pain which blights everything one does.
I live a simple life now living in the country in a beautiful part of France and I am content but so frustrated by this constant pain which prevents me from enjoying even the most simple pleasures.
I feel I am in between the devil and the deep blue sea to quote a cliché. I want a 'Bon continuation' as they say in France and I never seriously considered giving up but it is so hard to carry on with this excruciating pain and sometimes it seems a bit pointless in the grand scale of things.
Trying not to cry again and give way to self pity.
Sharing feelings on the forum is very important to me so please indulge me and I send my good wishes to all fellow sufferers.