I have such a strange relationship with my body. It serves its purpose, getting me from point A to point B and all the little steps in between, but it isn’t always effective in doing so.
I’ve been in three major car wrecks from the time I was 12 to the time I was 17. Each has left some kind of lasting impact on my neck, shoulders and back, all with varying degrees of severity.
Like most people living with chronic pain (like my mom), some days are better than others. And some days, like the one I’m writing this on, are worse than others.
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