I was angry.
I was frustrated.
I was speechless.
Or had been for the last two and a half years anyway. 2.5 years of doctor’s visits, seeing various specialists, getting advice from friends and family, and nothing to show for it all except cold silence – and pain. Can’t forget the pain.
Physical pain to be sure, it affected my ability to fall asleep some nights. But the emotional pain was worse. I’d suffered from repetitive strain injuries all my adult life, and the combination left me unable to communicate, no voice, unable to write or use sign language.
No, while physical discomfort is bad, isolation is worse.
I was supposed to be smart…put into the gifted programs in school, tended to be near the top of my classes, learned quickly blah blah BLAH – but I couldn’t seem to solve this mystery.
I’d done all the exercises, all the therapies, all the interventions I could think of, but nothing provided a sustainable solution. And I couldn’t see what the missing link was.
So, one afternoon in June of 2013, I was MAD (which turned out to be a relatively productive emotion as it provides a certain, perverse sort of clarity, and if I needed anything right now it was clarity).
I did what all the great thinkers throughout history have done when faced with an impossible problem: I locked myself in the bathroom and refused to come out until I had arrived at an answer. Continue reading “The 3 Little Words That Saved My Life (And May Change Yours)”