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Body Ritual: Journal Prompts for Chronic Illness Exploration

April 11, 2019

BY LISA MARIE BASILE

Body Ritual is Lisa Marie Basile's column about wellness, chronic illness and finding healing and autonomy in ritual. You can follow her
on Instagram for more on this topic.

If you live with a chronic illness, or if you love someone who has one, you know the delicate balancing act it requires. Living on that liminal precipice, between doing just enough and doing too much, requires an almost spiritual focus. And it’s tiring. I know, as I have ankylosing spondylitis, a degenerative, incurable spinal disease.

Who we feel we are within our minds is not always what our bodies reflect. And sometimes, that very lack of reconciliation rewires us. We start to believe we cannot, are not, will not.

We can, we are, and we will embrace the wholeness of our limitations and our magic. It doesn’t matter if people want us to stay quiet, go away, or stop complaining. We have a right to explore what it means to experience life as we do.

Stigma, lack of education, and fear make it hard to exist in a body that exists on the margins. Sometimes all the noise and suffering keeps us at a distance from ourselves. We often are so tired from the pain or insomnia or anxiety that we smile and pretend everything is okay. We sometimes allow ourselves to be taken advantage of just so we can seem “normal.” We push the limits of our bodies and lose grip on our boundaries. Sometimes, we get through the day, and that’s it. Sometimes it’s hard to feel empowered, to feel enough, to feel that we can and are and will.

The deep and important work that goes into healing the trauma of illness is often ignored. Instead, we focus on the day to day needs. We keep our heads above the water — but the secret is that we must become the sea.

I remember one of the first days many years ago when I realized that my body wasn't working the way it was supposed to. I was doing something simple, something that should've been innate. . Climbing on a bike, I thought that my hips were off, almost as if I was completely out of alignment. The best example I can give is when your car's axle is off and it continuously steers toward the left or to the right. There was no center, no feeling of steadiness, almost as if I could split in half or split into thirds and each part of me would fall to pieces in different directions. . My #AnkylosingSpondylitis (an #autoimmune or immune-mediated, incurable, degenerative spinal disease) deeply affects my hips, which is pretty ironic because I spent many years hating them for being so wide. Because society. Because magazines. Sometimes I wonder if I poured all of my negative energy into my body, making myself sick, as if I casted a spell - but I *know* that that is not the case. . Regardless, I try to treat my body with love and respect these days - I love my hips -and I try to see those situations in which I cannot do something or cannot do something comfortably, with compassion. I am always in the pool, where I feel I am larger than life, able to move fluidly with the lower impact, made stronger by water's sneaky resistance. But there are days when I want to crawl into bed and hide forever. Sometimes I win, sometimes it does. It's a process. It is my process. . Movement is integral to my life, it is ritual. It is a song. It is the ONLY thing keeping my spine from fusing; I am literally running for my life. But it can also be painful. . So sometimes I use devices and tools to make my life a little bit easier, and I wrote all about that for @healthline - check it out in my bio. https://bit.ly/2Hw5O2q

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Recently I decided to go inward and empower myself to make time and space for my voice and needs as someone with chronic illness. Instead of trying to blend in or assure everyone that, “I’m fine, really,” I stared down into visit the abyss. I decided to take my time, for no reason but my own needs, and look my chronic illness in its eyes.

I cut through the noise and the stigma and the denial. My body, alight and in focus.

To do this, I made a list of chronic illness journal prompts and chose a beautiful journal strictly for these questions (or you may want to type these out or dictate your answers).

So, I wrote down several questions in my journal, and attempted to answer them. At times I answered one a day. Sometimes I answered several in one go. The important thing is that you take the time to be honest with yourself.

What I learned from answering the below questions astonished me; I was able to advocate better for my needs, recognize and make space for joy and gratitude, and find the parts of myself, like glass shards, I thought I’d lost. I didn’t lose them, it turns out. They simply changed form.

Chronic Illness Journal Prompts

  • Who am I without my chronic illness?

  • Who am I with my chronic illness?

  • How did I change when I was diagnosed?

  • How did I not change when diagnosed?

  • How is my pain level today? How is my fatigue?

  • Are my basic needs met? How can I facilitate this?

  • What positive thing have I learned about myself while actively experiencing symptoms or side effects?

  • What negative thing have I learned about myself while actively experiencing symptoms or side effects?

  • What do I do during periods of remission?

  • What do I do or feel when I’m in a flare-up?

  • Are there any ways at all to bridge the gap between feeling good and not feeling good?

  • How do others make me feel about my chronic illness?

  • Who understands my illness and supports me in my experience of it?

  • How can I help others understand my illness?

  • What do I not feel comfortable explaining about my illness?

  • Where are my boundaries?

  • Where can I be more receptive or open? Is it in receiving love? Is it in talking about my needs?

  • How do my finances play into my illness?

  • Are there areas in which I am privileged and thus, have gratitude?

  • Are there community resources or other resources I can tap into for help?

  • How does my race, gender, or educational background impact my experience of chronic illness?

  • How does my illness impact my job?

  • How does my illness impact my social and/or sex life?

  • Are there other intersecting issues that impact my chronic illness?

  • What do I love about my body?

  • What do I need to feel happy on a day to day basis?

  • What do I need to feel sustainably happy in the long term?

  • Among the things I need, which do I have?

  • What are three things I am thankful for right now, in this very instance?

  • If I am not happy, what is in my power to change that?

  • What work — no matter how seemingly ‘small’ — can I do to advocate for or contribute the wellness of others who may be suffering? Would this feel gratifying?

  • What gives me hope?



Also read:

BODY RITUAL: 12 VERY REAL THINGS I LEARNED ABOUT CHRONIC ILLNESS

BODY RITUAL: GRATITUDE MAGIC

AT THE INTERSECTION OF CHRONIC ILLNESS & RITUAL


Lisa Marie Basile is a poet, essayist and editor living in New York City. She's the founding editor of Luna Luna Magazine, an editor at Ingram’s Little Infinite, and co-host for the podcast, AstroLushes. Most recently, she is the author of LIGHT MAGIC FOR DARK TIMES (Quarto Publishing/Fair Winds Press), a collection of practices and rituals for intentional and magical living, as well as a poetry collection, NYMPHOLEPSY . Her second book of nonfiction, WORDCRAFT, will be published by Quarto/Fair Winds Press in April 2020. It explores the use of writing as ritual and catharsis. Her essays and other work can be found in The New York Times, Chakrubs, Catapult, Narratively, Sabat Magazine, Refinery 29, Healthline, Entropy, Bust, Bustle, The Establishment, Hello Giggles, Ravishly, and more. She studied English and psychology as an undergraduate at Pace University, and received a Masters in writing from NYC’s The New School. Want to learn more? She’s been featured at Amy Poehler’s Smart Girls, HelloGiggles, The Cools, and more.

In Wellness, Social Issues, Lifestyle Tags chronic illness, Chronic pain, Chronic Illness, ankylosing spondylitis, journaling, Journal Writing, writing, therapy, wellness, body ritual
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At The Intersection of Chronic Illness & Ritual

July 11, 2018

BY LISA MARIE BASILE

Long before I knew I had a chronic, degenerative illness (Ankylosing Spondylitis, a disease that fuses your vertebrae and joints together), I lived with fatigue and widespread pain and chronic eye inflammation (which, of course, led to reduced vision on top of cataracts from steroid treatment).  

It took a decade (with on and off insurance) to convince doctors that I wasn't inventing an illness, that my eyes weren't red from "contact irritation," that my pain wasn't from getting older, that my tiredness wasn't from binge-drinking or staying out late dancing. (To be fair, I did all of those things, but the heaviness in my bones was its own strange animal, an animal that I lugged along with me while all of my friends bounced back after a night out). 

Many people with chronic illness (especially with autoimmune diseases) have ventured down the same winding path--medical neglect or disbelief, lack of resources, lack of knowledge in the medical community, lack of diagnoses, and a lack of support. 

If you are the only person you know with an autoimmune disease or a chronic illness (or, really, any type of lasting body trauma), you know how isolating and fear-inducing it can be. Do you really know your body if your body is betraying you? Do you have a handle on your own future? Are you somehow no longer the same? Can you get the help you need? 

My body was two people. A young girl, and a bag of blood, going on a bender, following no directions, attacking herself. I was lost to my selves.

When I finally convinced doctors to test me (for HLA-B27 antigen, plus an MRI to detect fusion), the diagnosis was an existential blow. I suspected the disease, of course--as my father has it--but knowing that I'd never, ever be cured felt like a sentence to me. For a year, I wallowed. I felt self-pity, I felt out of control, and I was on the edge of constant sadness. I felt lame. I felt silly. Here I was in my early thirties being told I might be fused together later on, my body a prison, my body no longer mine, but a shackle keeping some version of me tucked down deep inside. 

I had always turned to ritual throughout life, especially when times got rough. Ritual is there for these times. It establishes a sense of order, it makes space specifically for the self, and it encourages focus, intention, and growth. 

I used ritual to help me escape those constant thoughts of worry, anxiety, self-doubt, exhaustion, and fear. I used ritual to establish routine and self-care and self-empowerment. Through lighting candles each week night as a way to make rest time to decorating an altar in honor of myself and my body, I became an advocate for myself. There were many: bathing in lavender to intentionally create a sense of fluidity, journaling nightly through pain (using that painful energy to focus and transmit change and manifestation). If it all sounds woo-woo, consider this: anything you do for yourself is a ritual already. Anything you put your mind to is more likely to happen. Any time you carve out for yourself is sacred. It's an act of warfare against chaos and self-loss. It's a reclamation, a creation, a magical hour. 

Ritual helped me back to myself: I felt stronger, more determined to make time for myself, more connected to the simple things that made life fulfilling and beautiful (rest, a walk in nature, time to write, creativity). The disease no longer controlled me; instead, it was a part of me, as a sad friend in need of love and time and cooperation. I was a vessel for opportunity, not despair. 

A year after my diagnosis, I also went on to write a book, Light Magic for Dark Times--which is a collection of rituals and practices for hard times. I even included a portion on body and identity, and chronic illness. 

I will be leading a workshop on chronic illness and ritual at MNDFL Meditation in NYC on July 21. I hope you will come, as it will be an open, safe space. We will discuss chronic illness, meditate, and map strategies for self-care and self-empowerment. All are welcome!

You can RSVP here. 



About the event

Welcome to Strong Women Project's first women's wellness workshop! 

We're connecting with MNDFL in the West Village to provide free workshops to focus on our wellness. Our first workshop is led by Lisa Marie Basile. Darley Stewart, SWP Founder and Curator, will also speak about chronic illness in the context of recent findings. We'll also do some light meditation and stretching to kick off the workshop.

Lisa Marie Basile will discuss what it means to establish ritual as a way of encountering one's chronic illness or other body-mind related traumas. Ritual might mean bookending one's day with someone positive and encouraging but it can also mean going deep and dark and peering into the abyss of self to confront the pain/shame/etc of chronic illness. You can expect to feel like you are part of a loving community and to come away with a set of tools that can help you when you feel overwhelmed or lost, or are just looking to transmorph your experience into art or inspiration. It's a balance of light and dark. Lisa Marie Basile is the author of
 "Light Magic for Dark Times," a modern guide of rituals and daily practices for inspired living. 

We also have a meet-up page! 

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In Wellness Tags self-care, chronic illness, ritual, magic, ankylosing spondylitis, autoimmune disease, Chronic Illness
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Daniel J. Butler

Daniel J. Butler

Things My Illness Took from Me

October 20, 2017

When I ride the subway I become so many ages, I carry so many different years, and they appear in layers inside of me in a way I wish I could erase

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In Personal Essay Tags Olivia Spring, Chronic Illness, Lyme Disease, Trauma, Personal Essay
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Riccardo Melosu

Riccardo Melosu

Fibromyalgia: Three Instances Of

July 25, 2017

I think about how people usually only preach mind over matter when they don’t understand how to explain what’s going on with the matter.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Fibromyalgia, Non Fiction, Creative Prose, Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Jay Vera Summer
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Maren Klemp

Maren Klemp

On Trying to Understand My Mother's Recent Bipolar Disorder Diagnosis

September 20, 2016

And suddenly I realized, this is how it is for her. In her eyes, she is always under attack, she always has to fight, and if there isn’t anything to attack she must create it. Maybe she can’t feel strong on her own, there must always be an oppressor, she is the underdog, the caboose.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Sarah Allred, Fiction, Disabilities, Chronic Illness, Mental Health, Depression, Fibromyalgia
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Jeremy Thomas

Jeremy Thomas

Poetry by Cade Leebron

August 26, 2016

Or I’ll call you scleroses. I won’t say my brain
is melting, my brain is dissolving
. The Temporarily Able
-Bodied don’t like metaphorical bodies. Only sick & not-sick.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Poetry, Poems, Poet, Cade Leebron, Mental Health, Disabilities, Chronic Illness
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Noukka Signe

Noukka Signe

This Is My Secret That I Live With Every Day

August 26, 2016

Listening to my social work colleagues talk about clients: "She is nuts," "She is crazy," "Psycho!"

Shhhhh, stay silent. I have a secret.

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In Social Issues, Poetry & Prose Tags Schizophrenia, Paranoid Schizophrenia, Mental Health, Chronic Illness, Disabilities, Prose, Literature, Rebecca Chamaa, Poetry
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Frida Kahlo

Frida Kahlo

Poetry by Audrey T. Carroll

August 26, 2016

an hour of closed eyes ignoring
pseudo hockey mask and tight
quarters of a human shaped
tube like a plastic coffin;

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Poetry, Poet, Poems, Audrey T. Carroll, Fibromyalgia, Disabilities, Mental Health, Chronic Illness
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Art by Meredith K Ultra

August 26, 2016

I go by Meredith K Ultra or Ink and Daggers. That's Ink and Daggers, not Ink and Free Cinnamon Rolls. I think of my art as high tech digital finger painting collage cartoons. My work relies heavily on reference material and are drawn on my iPad (mostly in the Procreate app) with my finger. I stopped using a stylus because my toddler liked to chew on them, and I prefer having to rely on as little equipment as possible to make my art. 

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Sammie Saxon

Sammie Saxon

Poetry by Sarah Lilius

August 25, 2016

In May, I scribble out one to my mother. I start to hoard the pills, they line the paper, weak soldiers eager to drown. I imagine she won’t understand, like a paper doll, blank look, easy to fold.

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Christo Dagorov

Christo Dagorov

My Hospital Stay for Self-Harm

August 25, 2016

Besides, my new roommate terrifies me. She is prowling throughout the small bedroom like a caged tiger, snarling at the hospital staff and taunting them. I’m convinced that if I so much as glance at her, her attention will shift from the nurse sitting still as a statue outside our door to me, so I stare straight ahead at the wall. Sleepy waves of deep plum and blueish teal swell and curve along the wall and I slump further and further into my thin mattress. My eyes feel heavy; my head feels heavy; I feel heavy. My roommate is throwing her things into the hall, and the nurse sounds like she has finally been coaxed into action. I am light years away, bobbing through the murky fog in my head.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Anxiety, Depression, Fiction, Disabilities, Mental Health, Chronic Illness, Katie Twyman
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via AnneJade

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Poetry By Robert Yerachmiel Snyderman

August 25, 2016

Robert Yerachmiel Snyderman is a PhD student at University of Arizona researching material poetics in contexts of incarceration, homelessness, indiginism & agriculture. Before he worked as a teacher, itinerant farmhand, & street performer. He is at work on several book projects, including Fierce Light: Selected Poems and Poetics of besmilr brigham 1948–1992. New poems, writing for performance, & essays are forthcoming in The New Farmer’s Almanac, Denver Quarterly, The Volta, & The Colorado Review.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Robert Yerachmiel Snyderman, Poetry, Poet, Mental Health, Chronic Illness, Disabilities
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Eugenio Recuenco

Eugenio Recuenco

I Don't Remember a Time Where I Didn't Have Anxiety

August 25, 2016

In elementary school, while most kids loved field trips, I was terrified by them. Field trips meant my routine would be disrupted. They meant I would be in environments that I didn't know or feel safe in. At the age of seven, I would worry about getting sick on a field trip; worried I wouldn't be taken care of, because I didn't trust anyone except my parents to take care of me. I'm fortunate I was able to trust them so deeply.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Non Fiction, Lachrista Greco, Anxity, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Chronic Illness, Disabilities, Mental Health
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Art by Celeste Martinez

August 24, 2016

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, afraid that I am dying all over again. When a white truck drives by, I collapse within myself, afraid to move. I am 3 years old and I am in Mexico. There's images of doctors and a table. Everything is slightly tinted green. Other times, I'm in the recovery room. I'm trying to scream, but nothing comes out. That's when I remember that my mouth is sealed shut. My mother comes to me, and she drips water from a cotton ball onto my cracked lips. How did she know that's what I wanted?

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COURTESY OF TOBY BURROWS

COURTESY OF TOBY BURROWS

Yes, I Am a 'Fat Girl'

August 24, 2016

Yes, I am a fat girl. Yes, I am a lazy girl. I have heel spurs. May they ache some more. Suffering is the sole root of my consciousness. So, how have I been 100 lbs overweight? 100 lbs that has made my metabolism and hormones permanently out of whack, and gave my face a beard thatI had to shave every day? Oh yes, suffering is the sole root of my consciousness. My consciousness began with a lie, a lie that I should be treated like a human being. 

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