In the spring of 2010, I was driving home on the interstate, just like any other day in the car. About halfway home, though, my head suddenly drooped to my chest, and I frighteningly discovered I couldn’t hold my head up on my own. So with one hand on the wheel, I used the other hand to hold up my head until I got home. That was the very first day I knew something was terribly wrong with my body. A few months later, I was diagnosed with Cervical Dystonia (better known to some as Spasmadic Torticollis). At the time, I was thirty-nine years old. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be spending the majority of my life living with chronic pain, but that’s exactly what has happened.
After going through all the stages of grief, I realized I could remain depressed about it or try to change the world through the sharing of my story. If you’ve never experienced chronic pain or known someone who has, chances are good that you will find it hard to believe it really exists. This blog is my way of spreading the message that chronic pain is a reality for millions of people throughout the world. Even though it may seem invisible to some, it exists. Here’s your chance to put a face to one person who continues to experience ups and downs in managing her pain, my pain. It is also a story of hope, so that by sharing my stories with you, I can educate people about cervical dystonia with the hope that research will one day be funded to find a cure. Here’s to the chronic hope that I believe will one day make my dream come true.