I just had a twitter conversation with a woman who makes a point of going to the gym, come hell or high water, because it helps bring her natural pain relief. The challenge is that when we are in wicked amounts of pain, we don’t want to move our bodies, because they hurt. The secret is that in many cases, when we move our bodies slowly, gently, and lovingly, that movement itself may make the pain go away.
I remember when pain totally kicked my ass, back in the late-1990s. I had chronic fatigue at the time, which I later learned was a result of pain depleting my energy reserves around the clock. I nonetheless dragged my sorry ass body behind me all the way to the gym, and forced myself to plow through something, anything – usually the elliptical trainer, because it was the kindest to my body.
It was hell. Absolute hell. I could not have been more miserable during most of the workout. But you know what? By the end, I felt better. And it was always, without a doubt, worth the abject misery. Throughout my chronic pain “career,” in fact, I always made a point of exercising what I could, as much as I could. I always was positive that the solution came from my body, not from a bottle of pills. It just took, oh, ten years to figure out where the damn exit door was from the maze of chronic pain hell.
But for me and a growing number of other people I have encountered, all of whom have self-healed from pain, I can assure you: It’s in there. It’s just up to you to find it – whether the portal turns out to be dance, yoga, walking, or swimming. Just keep on keeping on, and love your body. Lord knows the pain does enough to attack it. Make sure you counter-attack with warm fuzzies and gratitude that your body has taken you this far, despite all the struggles.