Wound Up, Fucked Up, and Everything In Between

2023-09-082023-09-08 Miss Poison Chronic Illness, Chronic Pain, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Blood Tests, Brain Fog, Chronic Back Pain, Chronic Fatigue, Chronic Pain, Health, Honesty, Life, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Suffering, Writing

The days and weeks have, unfortunately, blown by. Many have been incredibly unkind. I rarely know what day it is anymore. But today, it dawned on me how long it had been since I'd updated. I am not going to apologize, because it'll sound like a broken record. None of us wants this. It's annoying, … Continue reading Wound Up, Fucked Up, and Everything In Between

Breathe Through It

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I've always wondered what the hell is wrong with the majority of the people in this world. For some unknown reason, they believe caffeine, sunshine, fresh air, a glass of water, or a cup of tea will magically solve ALL of your problems. If only it were so simple! Have you ever felt better when … Continue reading Breathe Through It

The Traumatic Journey: Part I

2022-06-062022-06-08 Miss Poison Migraines, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Writing Chronic Migraines, Health, Honesty, Nerve Blocks, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Suffering, Trauma, Writing

I've been quiet for what seems like forever, and anyone who knows me knows I use my platform to communicate and inform; even if my subject matter isn't popular. It's likely obvious to my regular readers that I am going through some heavy shit. I am. Unfortunately, I am also numb to a lot of … Continue reading The Traumatic Journey: Part I

Chronic Pain Scale

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This is relatable, I've been between a 12-16 most of the week, and it has been A WEEK. Here's hoping I feel better soon, or at the very least, less pain.

Wordless

2022-01-19 Miss Poison Writing Chronic Pain, CRPS, Healing, Health, Honesty, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Suffering, Treatment Methods, Writing

Of late, the few pieces I began working on for all of you have seemingly gone off the rails. I find myself triggered, upset, angry, introspective, and a myriad of other emotions. These are not emotions conducive to writing the truth. It requires me to take a step back, work on healing, and then move … Continue reading Wordless

Genetic overlap between metabolites and migraines

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https://frontlinegenomics.com/genetic-overlap-between-metabolites-and-migraines/ I share this as someone who was supposed go in for treatment this week. Fifteen minutes before I was to leave, I got a phone call letting me know my insurance had denied the coverage (after initially approving it). After three stressful hours on the phone, treatment was approved, but not for the correct … Continue reading Genetic overlap between metabolites and migraines

We Have Come Here Together

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“We have come here together so that you might know, through virtue of your own pain, your own hopelessness, your own fear, your own darkness and the lie of powerlessness, the very actual power of your own will, of the will of your soul.” ―Jennifer DeLucy

The Thirteenth Year

2021-05-172021-05-18 Miss Poison My Mother, Writing Emotional Pain, Honor, In Memoriam, May, Mourning, My Mother, Pieces Of Me, Poison In Lethal Doses, Suffering, Trauma, Writing

May. The month of darkness. The month of flashbacks, nightmares, anger at being robbed of loved ones... It's hell. I suffer silently; no one is particularly interested in what I have to say. I remind myself it isn't personal, some people simply aren't full-fledged human beings. C'est la vie. Thirteen years ago tonight, my mother's … Continue reading The Thirteenth Year