Yesterday pain got the best of me, and it brought out the worst in me. Compressed nerves in my neck have been causing pain in my neck, shoulders, and arms for a long time so I’m used to it. Yesterday was different. The pain got so bad that none of the usual treatments helped. It just kept getting worse. By 9 pm all I could do was weep. That’s when the shift began.
Crying is a release of powerful energy, and it’s something that I don’t do very often. I felt the release when I surrendered to the fact that I was really hurting. Then frustration and anger arose. I know deep down that all of this is unnecessary. Our bodies have the intelligence to repair or replace damaged cells, so suffering like this doesn’t have to happen. I got angry because I felt betrayed by my body and I was frustrated at not knowing the key to reversing the conditions that cause so much pain. At that point I did something that revealed what was creating it all.
I spoke aloud that I was in a lot of pain. I said it was too much for me. I said I couldn’t handle the pain. And I repeated these statements several times. You know what that did? It made the pain much more intense. I suffered a couple of hours longer before realizing what I had done to myself. Every word I spoke was infused with powerful emotion, with powerful energy. Those words were creating more pain, more frustration, and more of a sense of helplessness.
Finally, I saw the power of my own words and the unconscious pattern of affirming exactly what I do not want to continue creating. Still in great pain but no longer crying, I turned my attention to the fact that my body can heal … if I just stop telling it how broken it is. Speaking new words, words that affirm the intelligence and ability of my body, brought relief from the pain. Today has been better, and I expect each day to have a little less pain and a little more mobility.
I wonder now, if I had stopped affirming the brokenness in my body 10 years ago when I got hit by a car if my body could have healed sooner. I wonder if at least some of the surgeries and other medical procedures could have been avoided. For all those years I couldn’t see what I was doing to myself every time I talked about my body, its injuries, and diseases. There seems to be a fine line between acknowledging a present condition and recreating it in the next moment with our thoughts and words. Little by little I’m learning where that line is and catching myself when I cross it. Pain seems to be a powerful way for my body to let me know which side of that line I’m on.
Have you experienced a shift in your health from shifting your language about it? I’d love to hear about it, and I’m sure other readers could use the encouragement as much as I can.