Moving Through the Pain

A Holiday Reflection

The weather has been absolutely yuck grey skies, that sticky kind of damp cold that seeps into your bones. But despite that, this holiday has been good for me. Slower, quieter, and a reminder of how much my body and mind need space to just be.

I had plans to see people, catch up, do all the things… and yet, here I am, still not quite managing to get there. The body’s pain levels have been higher than they’ve been in a long time. It’s confronting, especially when I’ve worked so hard to reach a place of balance.

When pain flares up, it’s more than just physical. It tests your patience, your emotions, your spirit. It’s the little daily negotiations what can I still do? what needs to wait? that can quietly wear you down.

I don’t take pain meds anymore. My body doesn’t respond well to them allergic reactions, bad side effects and to be honest, I’ve seen too many people over-prescribed and under-heard. So I manage differently. I listen, I rest, I move gently.

This morning I found a cozy café, wrapped my hands around a warm coffee, and took a slow walk. It wasn’t easy every step was felt but even on holiday, I know movement is medicine for me. The body might hurt, but it also heals when I honour it instead of fighting it.

Sometimes, it’s not about doing all the things you planned. It’s about being present with where you are messy, sore, and still showing up in your own quiet way.