Writer's Block: Going the distance

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Already did. There wasn't much to uproot. I barely had friends, I lived with my parents, college was over, my town was tiny, and his world was more exciting.
Also, the city was in another state. Also, the person was my first lover. Also, we had been dating long distance for two years already. Also, I was just out of college and lived in a tiny village that I might have never left had I not met my lover. Also, I was so blazingly high on my brain's own love chemicals that I would have done anything and gone anywhere as long as I could be with him.
Best crazy decision I ever made. We've been married for six years, together for eleven, and never had an actual fight even. He supports me in everything, especially now that my body and brain are falling apart. We're best friends. Also, what kind of question is this?

"Dr. Zoidberg, this is madness. You're being irrational."
"Of course I'm being irrational! I'm in love!"
"Awww!"

Storm

At least this time, I am very, very grateful for the wild thunderstorm that is merrily thunderstorming its way through the area. It's like the end of that Twilight Zone episode "Midnight Sun" when Norma awakens from her nightmare about the world falling toward the sun into a reality where the world is falling away from the sun, and all she can think of is how lovely the coolness and darkness is while her companions stare bleakly at each other because they hadn't been running high fevers with mad dreams full of melted paintings and Holy Bacon It Is Fucking Hot moments. Today was nearly a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, and now there is cool rain, blessed rain. Until tomorrow, when it's back into the nineties.

My pain has been bad. It has been awful. It has been all over and extreme in ways that I know many of my LJ friends with chronic pain can understand.

I cried in therapy, but I always cry in therapy. Dr. Jen was sweet and supportive, and we covered a huge ton of issues in forty-five minutes. I'm feeling something start to crack. I don't know what it is yet.

I've decided to remove myself completely from certain forums and communities that center on chronic pain, specifically fibromyalgia and cerebral palsy, because the support there is severely lacking. I don't want someone else dictating how I should work with my pain. I've come to realize that it's triggering in strange ways. I can't really describe it very well. But I'm learning how to be myself in a way that I didn't realize before.