“I Don’t Know How You Do It”: Living With Chronic Pain

“I Don’t Know How You Do It”: Choosing to Show Up When Life Hurts

“I don’t know how you do it.”

I’ve heard those words more times than I can count.

Usually they’re said with kindness.

Sometimes with admiration.

Sometimes with a little disbelief.

And lately, they’ve landed differently.

Because the truth is…

I don’t always know how I do it either.

My hip journey is not over.

After years of surgeries, rehabilitation, setbacks, pain, and learning how to adapt, I am facing another major surgery.

Another total hip replacement.

Another season of recovery.

Another reminder that sometimes the body doesn’t follow the timeline we desperately want it to follow.

And if I’m being completely honest, there are days when I am tired of being the person who has to be resilient.

You See Me Showing Up

What people often see is the yoga teacher.

The business owner.

The person teaching classes.

The person making videos.

The person working with residents.

The gardener.

The person creating essential oil blends and body products.

The person laughing.

The person making plans.

The person showing up.

And I am all of those things.

But there is another part of the story that isn’t always visible.

There are days when walking hurts.

Days when sitting hurts.

Days when getting comfortable feels like an accomplishment.

Days when I have to calculate how much energy I have and where it needs to go.

Days when I wonder how I am going to keep doing all the things I love while also taking care of a body that keeps asking me to slow down.

There are days when the simplest things require planning.

And there are days when I am simply exhausted from thinking about my body.

That part doesn’t always make it into the picture.

I Don’t Have a Secret

So when someone says, “I don’t know how you do it,” I sometimes want to tell them:

I don’t have a secret.

I don’t wake up every morning feeling strong.

I don’t wake up inspired.

I don’t wake up without pain.

I don’t have some extraordinary ability to ignore what is happening.

What I do have is a choice.

I can choose to show up.

Not perfectly.

Not at 100%.

Not by pretending everything is fine.

But by asking:

What is possible today?

That question has changed everything for me.

Because sometimes what is possible is teaching a class.

Sometimes it’s working on my business.

Sometimes it’s filming a video.

Sometimes it’s taking a walk.

Sometimes it’s gardening.

Sometimes it’s sitting with a cup of coffee and doing absolutely nothing.

And sometimes showing up means admitting that today I can’t do what I wanted to do.

That counts too.

Learning to Navigate Pain

One of the hardest lessons pain has taught me is that there is a difference between giving up and changing the way you move forward.

I used to think resilience meant pushing through.

Now I think resilience is much more nuanced.

Sometimes resilience is pushing forward.

Sometimes it is resting.

Sometimes it is modifying.

Sometimes it is asking for help.

Sometimes it is saying no.

Sometimes it is changing the plan.

And sometimes it is doing the thing you love differently than you imagined you would.

Yoga has taught me this in a way nothing else could.

A pose is not a performance.

A practice is not a test.

And my body is not failing simply because it cannot do something the way it once did.

The practice is learning to listen.

To adapt.

To notice.

To breathe.

To stay present.

And then to make the next choice.

Keeping a Business Going While Navigating Pain

There is another layer to this that doesn’t get talked about much.

Pain doesn’t put your responsibilities on hold.

Bills still exist.

Clients still need you.

Emails still arrive.

Content still needs to be created.

Classes still need to be taught.

A business doesn’t automatically become easier because your body hurts.

And when you’re self-employed, there isn’t always someone else waiting to pick up the pieces.

So I’ve had to learn how to build a business that can bend.

I’ve had to become creative.

I’ve had to learn when I can push and when pushing is going to cost me more than it gives me.

I’ve had to redefine productivity.

I’ve had to accept that some days the most productive thing I can do is recover.

And perhaps most importantly, I’ve had to stop measuring my worth by how much I can accomplish in a day.

Because I am still worthy on the days when my body asks me to do less.

And Then There Is Sanity

Let’s talk about this part too.

Because chronic pain can consume a lot of mental space.

It’s not just the physical sensation.

It’s the appointments.

The decisions.

The wondering.

The waiting.

The planning.

The uncertainty.

The fear of another setback.

The frustration of having to explain something that other people cannot see.

And the constant mental negotiation:

Can I do this?

Will this make things worse?

How much energy will this take?

What happens if I push too far?

That can wear a person down.

So I have had to learn how to protect my mind as carefully as I protect my body.

Yoga helps.

Breathing helps.

Getting outside helps.

Gardening helps.

Creating helps.

Laughing helps.

Connecting with people who don’t need me to pretend I’m okay helps.

And sometimes, simply acknowledging that this is hard helps.

I don’t have to turn every difficult experience into a beautiful lesson immediately.

Sometimes it is just hard.

And I can say that.

Showing Up Doesn’t Mean Pretending

This may be the biggest thing I have learned.

Showing up does not mean pretending I don’t hurt.

It doesn’t mean being positive every minute.

It doesn’t mean turning pain into inspiration for everyone else.

It doesn’t mean pushing myself past my limits so other people can admire my strength.

Showing up means being honest about where I am and then deciding what I can do from there.

Some days that looks strong.

Some days it looks messy.

Some days it looks like teaching yoga.

Some days it looks like canceling something.

Some days it looks like making plans for the future.

Some days it looks like grieving the life or body I thought I would have.

All of it is part of the practice.

So, How Do I Do It?

I don’t know.

Maybe I don’t.

Maybe I simply do the next thing.

I get up.

I breathe.

I listen.

I make a choice.

I do what I can.

I rest when I need to.

I ask for help when I need it.

I laugh when I can.

I cry when I need to.

And then I try again tomorrow.

I am not some extraordinary example of someone who never gives up.

I’m a human being who has learned that sometimes you don’t have to know how you’re going to get through the whole thing.

You just have to know what the next step is.

And right now, my next step is preparing for another surgery while continuing to live my life in the meantime.

I will teach.

I will create.

I will garden.

I will work.

I will rest.

I will adapt.

I will have hard days.

I will have beautiful days.

And I will keep learning how to inhabit this body with compassion instead of constantly fighting against it.

Because perhaps that is what resilience really is.

Not standing tall all the time.

Not being fearless.

Not pretending it doesn’t hurt.

But continuing to participate in your own life, even when it hurts.

One choice at a time.

One breath at a time.

One day at a time.

And if you’ve ever looked at someone and thought, “I don’t know how you do it,” maybe the answer is simpler than you think.

They probably don’t know either.

They’re just choosing to show up.

Today, that’s enough.


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Breaking the Cycle: How Repeated Complaining Drains Us — and How Repeated Gratitude Heals

We’ve all been there—caught in the loop of saying the same frustrating things over and over. The stress, the pain, the overwhelm, the “why me?” moments. Repetitive complaining is surprisingly natural… and surprisingly draining. It doesn’t make us bad or ungrateful; it just means we’re human.

But here’s the truth I’ve learned through mindfulness, yoga, and healing:
What we repeat becomes what we reinforce.

And while complaining might feel like release, gratitude is what creates actual relief.


Why We Fall Into Repetitive Complaining

When something is hard — your body hurts, life feels heavy, you’re tired, or you’re juggling more than anyone realizes — the mind wants to loop. It’s trying to make sense of discomfort. But when we repeat the same story too often, it keeps us stuck in the same emotional place.

Repetitive complaining can…

  • increase stress hormones
  • shrink our perspective
  • drain our energy
  • make challenges feel bigger than they really are
  • prevent healing (emotionally and physically)

The hard moments deserve acknowledgment — absolutely. But they don’t deserve ownership over your entire inner world.


The Shift: Replacing Repetition With Intention

Instead of repeating the pain, we can repeat the gratitude.

Not the toxic positivity kind.
Not the “pretend everything’s fine” kind.

But the grounded, honest, heart-centered gratitude that reminds us:

There is still some good here.
There is still something working.
There is still something steady beneath the struggle.

This shift isn’t about silencing your pain — it’s about changing the soundtrack of your inner world.


Why Repeated Gratitude Works

Practicing gratitude repeatedly — especially in small, simple ways — can:

  • soften emotional tension
  • support nervous system regulation
  • expand your perspective
  • create new thought pathways
  • bring your attention back to what is supporting you
  • help you feel less alone
  • anchor you in hope, even during hard seasons

It’s the repetition that matters.
Just like complaining reinforces stress…
gratitude reinforces resilience.


A Simple Daily Practice to Try

If you catch yourself repeating a complaint (it happens!), try this gentle shift:

  1. Pause.
    Notice the loop without shame.
  2. Acknowledge the truth.
    “This is really hard right now.”
  3. Add one small gratitude.
    Just one.
    “And I’m grateful I’m learning to take better care of myself.”
    “I’m grateful for the support I do have.”
    “I’m grateful for the strength I didn’t even know I had.”
  4. Repeat the gratitude instead of the complaint.
    This is where your healing gains momentum.

A Repeated Gratitude Mantra to Use All Week

“Even in the hard moments, there is something supporting me. I choose to notice that.”

Say it as many times as you need.
Let it become your new repetition.
Let it anchor you back into compassion — especially compassion for yourself.


Closing Reflection

We all slip into repeating our pain. But with awareness and intention, we can choose a new pattern — one that restores instead of drains, one that lifts instead of weighs down.

A life rooted in gratitude doesn’t ignore the hard things.
It simply refuses to let them be the only things.

Resistance, Surrender, Peace

About eighteen years ago I was referred to rheumatology for a positive antibody test result. What came next, and over a series of extensive blood work and discussions, was that I had several autoimmune diseases and needed to start medication. This was long before I was an advocate for myself or was even aware that I had choices when it came to what I put in my body. So I started the medications with zero research, zero questioning and zero information.

I stopped them as quickly as I started them.

Something in me just knew that it wasn’t the right time for me. It was during this season of my life that I was also beginning what I refer to as my “wake up”. A period where I was moving from being an angry, heavy toxic woman to someone who lived peacefully and in alignment with her greatest vision. I embarked on a journey of wellness that took me from over 200 pounds to a mere 145 pounds, but more than the weight it allowed me to find my soul and live in a way that was perfectly fulfilling in every aspect.

After stopping the medication, I went full on resistance to anything my rheumatology doctor had to say. Every visit was a heated battle of wills, until one day when she basically fired me as her patient. I went a year or so before I finally chose to drag my little tail between my legs to see her, and asked for a chance to start over. We talked about diet, herbs and exercise and although she was not a huge believer in any of it playing a large role in auto-immune disease (AID), she agreed to listen to me rant about how I believed that my extreme exercise habits and strict diet was keeping my symptoms away. Were they, or was I so resistant to the medications that I refused to acknowledge the pain I was really experiencing day after day?

My every-three-month visits and lab work came and went for many years and I was determined to have a lifestyle that was everything living with AID isn’t–active, vibrant, and full of living.

My resistance began to shift into surrender about five years ago when I was starting to have more and more periods of pain and fatigue. I told my rheumo that I would trust her to tell me if my body was taking a toll and when it is really time to start medications, not just based on a positive blood test. She agreed to watch and wait. I agreed to finally trust her expertise. I surrendered to the idea that I would likely have to start mediations if I wanted to keep my active life, and my sanity. I was by no means ready to start the medication, but I surrendered to the inevitable time that it would be coming.

The time has come. My body needs the help of medication to reduce the amount of flare ups that I experience. I walked into her office last week in total peace for the decision. The day I took the first dose, I rode my bike for miles and miles and marveled at the young woman who had so much well -served stubbornness and the need to do it her own way for over a decade. I watched in my mind how she matured into a common sense surrender of what IS, and then the wise woman who has softened into peace.

I wouldn’t trade a second of my seasons and am definitely proud of how I have handled the huge decision to know when. Believe me when I say I wanted essential oils and meditation to be enough, but I am the first to say for me, it isn’t enough. Sure, those things are my #1 and #2 choice for anything going on in my life (physically, emotionally or mentally), but I also realize that there is a time when western and eastern meet and good things happen. The oils and holistic life is one I will never trade, but I am proud of knowing myself enough to trust when something else can be added to make my life even better.

Resistance served me well. Surrender allowed me the grace to know. And, peace welcomed me into her arms.

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