Living with chronic pain of autoimmune disease means navigating a body that throws tantrums louder than a toddler on Redbull.
Personal note:
I wrote this poem as a form of release. A way to laugh through the pain and reclaim some power. A reminder for myself that even in the chaos, I’m still the one driving.
This one’s for the warriors out there wrapped in sarcasm, sass, and survival…..
My joints pop louder than my morning Redbull,
Bones crack like they’ve got beef to pull.
Muscles? Oh, they gossip and groan,
“She lifted a grocery bag? Let’s make her moan.”
My immune system? She’s got beef with me,
Like I borrowed her charger and ghosted her IG.
Like Lupus, Sclero, and Fibro got bored,
And said, “Let’s combine forces, she won’t be ignored.”
My skin? Wrapped tight like a clearance rack dress,
And my nerves? Constantly yelling, “Do not caress.”
One touch too hard and I’m ready to scream,
But sure, I “look fine,” so it must be a dream.
Fatigue rolls in like a toxic ex,
Just when I think I’m fine, here comes the hex.
And brain fog? She’s a hot mess
Losing nouns and thoughts… literally… SAY LESS.
I cancel plans like it’s part of my brand,
“Sorry, it’s my body, not me, being unplanned.”
I laugh it off ‘cause it beats the tears,
Keep an arsenal of dark jokes like souvenirs.
But don’t confuse survival with ease,
I’ve mastered the art of smiling through disease.
So hand me my heating pad and straighten my crown,
I may hurt like hell, but I’m not backing down.
Chronic Pain may ride shotgun,
but babe, I’m the driver,
never a victim. always a survivor.
💜 If you live with chronic pain, autoimmune chaos, or just needed this laugh today, drop a comment and share it with your fellow warriors. Let’s normalize the messy, fierce, and fabulous reality of fighting battles no one sees.
Jen Armstrong
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