wayne wrote:
Some days when my IBS-d is under control, I think that this U-IC is not so bad. Then there are mornings like this morning, where it totally sucks being soaked throughout and leaking into my PJs. And I hate the fact that Tom Petty is gone. In my head this morning, I was hearing his song Walls:
Quote:
Some days are diamonds
Some days are rocks
Some doors are open
Some roads are blocked
Sundowns are golden
Then fade away
But if I never do nothing
I'll get you back some day
'Cause you got a heart so big
It could crush this town
And I can't hold out forever
Even walls fall down
The mental aspect of IC is just as big as the physical problem.
I’ve always thought that the mental aspects of it are far tougher than physical. I’d prefer to deal with physical part because it’s a manageable. But the mental part, that’s where I can really see my self esteem drop.
Those lyrics also remind of the quote: “sometimes youre the pigeon, sometimes you’re the statue”