Crying in the kitchen

I’m not sure what this is to be honest – prose, poetry, or just a few lines of complete shit.

This morning I found myself crying in the kitchen because I was in so much pain I didn’t know what else to do but cry.  I had so much to do – chores, make the packed lunches, get both of us ready and the boy off to pre-school yet I was so overcome with pain I had to hide in the kitchen and have a cry.And it broke my heart, because I didn’t want the mancub to see me upset yet I feel so weak and stupid for not being able to cope sometimes.

To an extent I can deal with the pain – I take some of my scary-arse painkillers, wait an hour and aside from everything aching and feeling woozy the pain eases for the most part.

But its the emotional side of things that I just can’t cope with.  I find myself getting so distraught because I don’t want to be in pain, I can’t be in pain when I have to be a wife, mum, go to work, and live my life.

It hurts my heart that I can’t be a ‘normal’ mum – I want to be able to go about my business and do normal things.  Today I couldn’t even lift my hands to brush my hair, I couldn’t even grip the zip on my coat.

It’s hard to explain the mental side of things – I feel like I’m so overwhelmed and so distraught that I could burst.  And for some reason while I hid behind the fridge sobbing I decided to pick up a pen and write.

I don’t know how I feel about the words that came out on paper – they came straight from the heart, and I debated whether or not to publish them here.

So here goes.

Crying in the kitchen – the reality of being a parent with a chronic illness

Chronic illness – it never goes away, there is no escape

Some days you feel great, some days the pain is so bad you just want to give up

Today everything hurts, it’s engulfing me

I’ve not really slept, I’m exhausted

But I have to get up – I have to be mummy

Why can’t I be normal?  Why can’t I just have one day pain free?

Today we were playing, having fun

But mummy’s pain got too much

“Mummy will be right back” I said

And now I’m hiding, crying in the kitchen

Crying because everything hurts

Crying because it makes me sad

Crying because I feel like a terrible mummy

Why?  I’d never leave you, you are my world

But some days mummy can’t be strong

Some days mummy can’t take you to the park

I hope you never remember me wincing in pain

I hope you know how much mummy loves you

I hope you always remember how much mummy tried to be normal

I’m sorry, my love, for being in pain, for being a little bit rubbish

I’m sorry for crying in the kitchen

In you trot, you come and find me

“Let’s do drawing” you say, excitedly

And so I dry my eyes, put on a smile, and we go and do drawing

Please only remember my love, and the good times

Please never remember me crying in the kitchen.

I don’t know how I feel about those words to be honest, hurt, embarrassed, upset – but they epitomise the reality of chronic pain and having to be a parent sometimes.

I’d love to hear what you think, before I bottle it and remove it through embarrassment and regret…


5 thoughts on “Crying in the kitchen

  1. Talk and let others know they are not alone. I had a long term illness pre children and have no idea how I would have coped with children. You are doing an amazing job.

  2. Hugs momma! I know how you feel. Others that don’t have to deal with pain daily just have no idea the damage you suffer emotionally. I have PCOS/Endometriosis and experience pain daily 🙁

  3. Aww Lisa, don’t be embarrassed. If you can’t express yourself on your own blog then where can you? You are probably expressing what so many people feel at times. I wish I could reach over and give you a hug.
    You might feel like you’re failing but you most certainly aren’t. Big hugs Lisa xx

  4. I’m so sorry for how hard it is for you! Parenting is not easy at the best of times, but to be in constant pain must be overwhelming. I don’t have a chronic illness, but I suffer from severe anxiety & Vitamin D deficiency which is always gong up & down, & I know how hard *that* is, so can only imagine why you’re going through. Chin up, love — you are exactly the mummy your little guy needs you to be! Peace & love xx

  5. Ah Lisa, I’m so sorry but think of all the amazing things that you do inspite of it. You’re still doing the best you can as mum and wife and every other role you play, and I’m sure your son will appreciate that when he’s older.
    Don’t let embarrassment take over, you should be proud of giving so much and being so strong.
    Tight hugs.

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