Emotional pain is debilitating…

When I realised Mike had left me last year, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. There was a chicken roasting in the oven, and I had to ask a neighbour to come to take it out and take the meat off the bone. I was lying in bed. Curled up, debilitated. I was incapable of doing anything.

Such pain is like a physical blow or illness. We are rendered helpless to some degree or other. The next morning I was with the asthma nurse, and I wept throughout the appointment and for a lot longer. In the evening, I went to play for which I had bought a ticket some while earlier. I left after ten minutes, and vomited in the Ladies on the way out.

Emotional pain is very real. It can overcome us and we should not fight it. If we do, and I have, it can wreck who we are. It can alter us so that we lose self belief and confidence. All we can do is experience the pain, and let it end.

The hard thing is to know when it has ended.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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