We used to have a vise like this in the basement. I remember thinking that I could put my finger in the vise, crank the jaws of the vise to close around my finger and that the pain from that could not equal the pain that I felt inside my body. It would just be a distraction for my leg pain.
The horror of those thoughts frightens me as I reflect back on it. They were not thoughts I could share with friends or family or especially parents.
What I did not know now was that it was not normal to have those thoughts. There must have been some strange comfort in entertaining those thoughts. It must have been a mental means of coping with my constant pain.
It warms my heart when I see the resources that are available to children and adults today who are in chronic pain situations. I pray that those working with the pained patients understand the darkness of the thoughts that can occur.
Do you have any dark memories of trying to cope with your pain?