day 1856 – disassembled

pain is something i have a lot of experience of and much tolerance for. of the fifteen years i’ve been seeing my physio, i never felt so close to passing out from the pain inflicted. wanting to get me back into my sports and away from dysfunctional shoulder, he didn’t hold back and completely crushed me into bits. i laid on the massage table for an extra minute before i could regain my senses and pick myself off it and onto my feet. even at the end of the day, it hurt so much that my whole shoulder is numb and to the point it’s lost all its powers and ability to move. the analogy is a race car arriving at a pit stop to get ripped apart for repairs. felt a lot like physio tore me apart and reassembled my shoulder. this is the price i pay to fix my shoulder, but i’d rather pay for it to get me back in the game without restrictions

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day 765 – painter’s touch

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going back to august long weekend when i was helping my parents paint their room two-toned orange. seems like just yesterday it was the beginning of august and now we are onto september. so glad another long weekend is ahead and i can take this time to gather myself with all the struggles as of late. hopefully this will be a good time off to find some much needed answers before i try to kill myself