Palliativity 184: breaking free

I am writing this entry from a new state of consciousness. After 15 years of severe and undiagnosed chronic pain, I have ascended to the land of the living.

No longer am I slave to a constant performance; a well-practiced illusion, an exhausting daily dance. Hope was a struggle. I could try to let go of the rage and the sadness, but never the pain…

I am the King of Masks

The Fragile Titan

The Penitent Junkie

The Needle Prophet and Capsule Clown

Just one week after my life changing procedure, I am no longer a prisoner of this torment.

The past few days have been like waking into a dream. Day by day, I am making progress. Progress is something I never thought I could achieve.

Now I am more than just a pile of ash and bone and medical bills. Like the Phoenix, I have been reborn thanks to the laser-blasting fire of modern-fucking-medicine.

People have been asking me how I feel. For the first time in my life, I can actually be honest when answering.

Pain level: 0

Flawless Victory

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