Attention Chronic pain Patients-part III…I’m Gonna be Nice This Time :)

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We’re at the river’s edge…. And we will sink or swim on our solidified numbers only.

The War On Chronic Pain Patients

Part I

part II

In the first two posts-I not so subtly pointed out what I see as many of the biggest issues in the CPP community.

I could write a freakin novel about the problems.
I’m not going to though.

We need solutions.

We need to ALL work together.

We-as in ALL of us-need to get our collective sh*t together.

WE need to come up with a coherent,fact based,intelligently worded message.

If we don’t,no politician,no .gov agency head/mgt is going to pay any attention whatsoever to us.

I get that it’s hard to do on Twitter-due to 240 character limit,Farcebook ain’t much better.

There are a metric f*ckton of advocacy groups on Twitter/Farcebook.

None of us/them have a coherent,concisely worded,fact based message.

Everyone is all over the place-just throwing random sh*t against the wall to see if it sticks.

We appear unhinged to those who don’t understand what’s being…

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Among the rocks, near the edge of a beautiful, yet fierce river. I chisel my story into the wind. The river splashes playfully in my face. As it rises and falls, it's own story is spoken into my soul. The river travels forever towards me, and forever away from me. I exist in eternity. Time, and the waves cannot be stopped. Except by my toe. I am a witness of the entire river, yet it's story is unknowable. I leave my mark on the river, and the river leaves it's marks on me. I am etched permanently with words I didn't write. I weave them together, as a fabric, with mine. Stains that won't come out. AND rainbows gifted from somewhere, colorize my craft. Many meanings emerge and ebb and flow, along it's journey. At night, the stardust glows on the tips of the waves, and on my face. Creating shades of colorless beauty and sorrow within the pages of the gentle breeze. Bringing a slightly different view of words and letters, each casting it's own shadow, and sparkle to shape my words with deeper meaning. Stardust, illuminates my human story. I speak truth. Authenticity will set us free. Here I write of the stories from the river's edge. The two great forces swirl around me, love and oppression, and I sit here, chiseling a new story with each battle.

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