Pain in my body.
Not the obvious pain of a broken bone.
Just a Pain that comes and goes. And comes back again.
Indescribable Pain that saturates me and overwhelms all other feelings.
Pain in my mind.
The doctors all say different things.
Some of them believe in the Pain. Many of them do not.
Confusion and anxiety caused by the very people I looked to for relief.
Pain in my heart.
My spouse is supportive for awhile.
But the Pain is too much for him. He becomes lost too.
Eventually he deals with the Pain by leaving me to fight with it alone.
Pain in my world.
The Pain has become all that exists.
Everything I tried has failed. Each effort seems so hard.
The Pain with no name has sapped all energy to resist sliding down.
Pain in my soul.
It is useless to continue the struggle.
No one can help me. But I have found a way to escape.
My Peace will come when I squeeze this trigge. . . .
The Pain ended on November 16, 1995