ALL THE TIME. Daily. It’s so damn frustrating to feel like your body is failing you.
Something that’s been helping me learn to accept it and minimize the self-hatred is realizing my body is actually trying it’s best. Now, it isn’t doing the a perfect job, obviously. If it was, I wouldn’t be in this situation.
I’ve been changing my thoughts from “my body is failing me” or “my body is giving up” to “my body is trying it’s best” or “after all this shit, it’s still going” in a sympathetic voice.
It reminds me of when one of my kittens tries something but their bodies and brains just aren’t equipped for it yet. I don’t blame them, they’re giving it their all. They just don’t have to resources or capacity to do it and it’s kind of adorable.
Yeah so anyways my pain-riddled body is actually the equivalent of a confused kitten that’s genuinely trying it’s best given the circumstances, and I’m proud of it even though it usually doesn’t do the right things.