Diana-M
Beloved Grand Eagle
I’ve been on this forum for eight months —making all sorts of mental and emotional headway. But this week was my first dramatic physical breakthrough!
About 5days ago, I was getting ready to head upstairs to bed when my legs completely shut down on me. My left leg twisted so that I could only walk on the outside edge of my foot and it felt like a knife was in it. I was so weak. I couldn’t lift my legs to go up the steps. This was new.
At first I was terrified. But then I knew better. I was furious. I started screaming at my TMS brain that “it is NOT in charge. I AM!” I kept up a steady stream of this while I forced myself to move through concrete and pain to get up the steps. It was really hard. And if I didn’t truly believe I have TMS (and in prayer!) I would have quit.
I writhed in pain all night. At one point my legs and feet were contracting in so much pain I could have cried. (But I didn’t want to give my TMS brain the satisfaction.) I sat on the side of my bed and through gritted teeth yelled some more at my TMS brain.
The next day I did two cleaning projects that I would have thought I couldn’t do. I chose them on purpose for that. I don’t normally do cleaning projects since I got TMS. Both projects symbolized a new start for me. They made me feel fresh and organized. They gave me hope. I did them in massive pain—and you guessed it—yelling at my TMS brain. “I’m in charge! Not you! We are safe! You are clueless.”
I went down the steps and dreaded the battle I would face to get back up later that night. I kind of felt it was do or die. I was going to die trying. When bedtime came I made it up the stairs. It wasn’t pretty, but slightly less difficult than the night before. The entire day I talked nonstop to my brain. Sternly. Meanly. I told it to stop.
This all went on another day, with symptoms subsiding only slightly. I was still battling my leg being tilted.
On Day 3 I woke up and things were startlingly BETTER!!! I could actually feel the bottom of my feet. I haven’t felt that in 4 years. My leg was straight! That night, I could climb the stairs more easily than I have all year. I was OVERJOYED!!!
Today I was back to my regular old TMS self—only slightly better. And all day I’ve been yelling at my brain.
Things will never be the same for me now!!! I’ve turned the corner. I’m going to GET MY BODY BACK!
All my hard work and study is paying off! It’s just a mater of time.
My biggest takeaway is—the TMS battle is won when it’s hard. Not when it’s easy. You have to stand up for yourself. You have to be mad!
I’ve been waiting so long for this!!! I hope it gives others hope! Because THERE IS HOPE! Don’t give up!
Thank you so much to everyone here who has been patiently helping me!
About 5days ago, I was getting ready to head upstairs to bed when my legs completely shut down on me. My left leg twisted so that I could only walk on the outside edge of my foot and it felt like a knife was in it. I was so weak. I couldn’t lift my legs to go up the steps. This was new.
At first I was terrified. But then I knew better. I was furious. I started screaming at my TMS brain that “it is NOT in charge. I AM!” I kept up a steady stream of this while I forced myself to move through concrete and pain to get up the steps. It was really hard. And if I didn’t truly believe I have TMS (and in prayer!) I would have quit.
I writhed in pain all night. At one point my legs and feet were contracting in so much pain I could have cried. (But I didn’t want to give my TMS brain the satisfaction.) I sat on the side of my bed and through gritted teeth yelled some more at my TMS brain.
The next day I did two cleaning projects that I would have thought I couldn’t do. I chose them on purpose for that. I don’t normally do cleaning projects since I got TMS. Both projects symbolized a new start for me. They made me feel fresh and organized. They gave me hope. I did them in massive pain—and you guessed it—yelling at my TMS brain. “I’m in charge! Not you! We are safe! You are clueless.”
I went down the steps and dreaded the battle I would face to get back up later that night. I kind of felt it was do or die. I was going to die trying. When bedtime came I made it up the stairs. It wasn’t pretty, but slightly less difficult than the night before. The entire day I talked nonstop to my brain. Sternly. Meanly. I told it to stop.
This all went on another day, with symptoms subsiding only slightly. I was still battling my leg being tilted.
On Day 3 I woke up and things were startlingly BETTER!!! I could actually feel the bottom of my feet. I haven’t felt that in 4 years. My leg was straight! That night, I could climb the stairs more easily than I have all year. I was OVERJOYED!!!
Today I was back to my regular old TMS self—only slightly better. And all day I’ve been yelling at my brain.
Things will never be the same for me now!!! I’ve turned the corner. I’m going to GET MY BODY BACK!
My biggest takeaway is—the TMS battle is won when it’s hard. Not when it’s easy. You have to stand up for yourself. You have to be mad!
I’ve been waiting so long for this!!! I hope it gives others hope! Because THERE IS HOPE! Don’t give up!
Thank you so much to everyone here who has been patiently helping me!
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