Beautifully Broken

       Hope my readers are all having a low pain day. It has been a raining most of the day, but im keeping my spirits up and focusing on my blessings. Tonight we were going to go to the gym, but are going tomorrow afternoon instead because my hubby was feeling a bit under the weather. This entry in my blog is Dedicated to my Mom, of course, she has no idea that I am writing this, but I really wanted to let her know in a very special and personal, yet public way what her support and love has meant to me through my ordeal of dealing with a chronic disease.   My mom is an incredible woman, a mentor, a best friend and someone who has always been there for me no matter what I have gone through. She has gone through her own struggles, but she always reaches out to those around her. She is always thinking of others above her own needs and wants!   I realize how blessed I am, to have the kind of relationship with my mom that I do .I know many are not not ...

Hello readers. This poem speaks; what every IC patient has felt, at one time or another. When those in our lives cannot empathize or understand our pain and where we are coming from. I hope you find encouragement from this piece I wrote and you can relate to the deep meaning behind these words.               Look at me look into these eyes. They are the window to my soul. My eyes tell my story.        What do you see when you look into tired eyes of mine? Look close, can you see? Look at these eyes; they have cried so many nights alone and afraid, afraid to show their face, afraid to take off this mask. We have felt tattered, torn, and completely worn.      At times, you turn away, you turn from my heartfelt need, my need of someone willing to stay, to not turn and walk away.        We sit alone, up all night, you may think this on...