PTSD – A Way Out.com A mindful way to heal

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Evaluating my pain one day, I realized pain was invisible like the wind, powerful without form, structure.
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My opponent, was a ghost, a real powerful, shadowy figure, capable of consuming vast amounts of energy and time.
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Tired of the chronic pain group, I threw most of my meds away, and decided to approach this challenge as a jock, a mindful jock now.
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Pain needed to have human qualities, finite characteristics so I could compete against it.
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So, I named my pain Mr. P.
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Mister P. was my opponent, when walking, exercising, competing, resisting the urge to quit when hurting, tired.
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I walked till Mr. P. cried out for me to quit, to go back and get a beer, watch TV, then I turned the music up and marched for another twenty minutes.
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Mr. P. could not stop me from moving my legs, I discovered, pain had weaknesses
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After a couple of weeks, a big shift happened, my pain compressed, I was familiar with it, a friend with it finally.
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We do not have to fear or be reverent to our pain, it needs no honor.
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Keep moving, exercise, challenge yourself, compete, exhaust yourself, rest.
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