Lately every time I say I'm hurting, everyone around me says that they are hurting too. I suppose it makes me feel like I'm not alone. Weird, right...connected by pain. For me, making the bed is a hard thing to do because it really hurts my arms. I'm sitting here, just having made the bed, and my arms feel like i've been lifting weights. My reality is that nobody truly understands this, so i've stopped asking for help all the time. For what? If I depend on others, the bed won't get made. So I do it in pain because I have to. The same way I have to live this life in pain.