I don’t like being asked about my pain. I have noticed that when I answer with details about what happened, how it happened, how it impacted me, what my pain is like… my pain levels invariably jack up. The only exception is when the impetus to discuss it comes from inside. Then it’s usually about release and healing, not about digging into the pain jar to satisfy someone else’s curiosity.
I don’t even like doctors asking me to rate my pain on a scale of 1 to 10. I’ve always had a hard time wrapping my brain around the exercise, and I have dreaded being asked to do it. While I easily could say how the pain impacted my life – i.e., “I’m having trouble doing X” – the whole numbering system felt stressful.
I now have the hindsight and experience to understand that it’s because my entire being wants to focus on healing. If I’m busy gauging what number to give my pain at any given moment, my consciousness is focused on minutiae of the pain, not on all of the healing potential and resources available to me when I expand my consciousness.
The negative impact of discussing pain is amplified when I’m forced to talk about it against my will, when I am essentially blackmailed for access to health care. That’s what happened to me yesterday.
It was no surprise that as I was responding to an avalanche of unnecessary questions about why I wanted to see the eye doctor, I felt piercing shots of pain through my eye. By the time I got home, the entire right side of my head felt open and raw, with sharp pain I had not experienced for months – in my right temple, my right ear, and in a big circumference around my right eye.
I chose to see the experience as a confirmation of the powerful mind-body connection. I used that feedback to remind myself that just as negative energy could cause me pain, so could positive energy heal my pain. Between positive affirmations, healing visualizations, and an invitation to loving ancestors to help me, I have brought my pain levels way down today.