I used to be able to sit down and just write a stream of consciuosness and at the end of it I had a pretty good, coherent piece. Nowadays I can't even write a paragraph without major effort. I've been thinking about pain and discomfort, and my mind is full of thoughts against using the term discomfort to define pain,and that same pain is preventing me from putting one word behind the other and coming up with a coherent blog. Maybe that is it. Maybe it is because pain is so incoherent in itself. Subjective, hard to describe in specifics, almost impossible to understand by others. With a horrible stigma attached to someone who doesn't just grin and bear it. To someone whose life has literally stopped in its tracks by this wall called pain.

I used to be able to write once. Now I've got pain.

I used to be able to walk once. Now I've got pain.

I used to be able to laugh once. Now I've got pain.

I used to be me once. Now I am pain.