The other day - Wednesday, August 7, 2013 - wasn't such a good day for me. I was exhausted and in a lot of pain, is spite of me using every modality I have. I was so depressed and felt so alone that I spent a great deal of the evening crying. In addition to my chronic pain and the related surgery to address same I've had so many other issues to face alone; no support. The two therapists I had been in therapy with just didn't understand the complexities of chronic pain. So in the interim I've resorted to the coping mechanism I used growing up as a child - caught between my bickering divorced parent's - which is bottling everything up inside, biting my nails and putting on a 'brave' face when out in public. I've learned to hide my deepest feelings well when out, but it eats me up inside later.