Some days are better than others. Some days I can hardly tell I have scoliosis. The pain is just an uncomfortable constant 2, I'm able to breathe fully, move freely, and live in the moment. Other days, it looks worse, but most of all, it feels worse. The pain is the fluctuating stab of a 10, I can't take a full breath, move without a nerve catching or my back going out, and my scoliosis takes the forefront of every situation, stealing every thought, dictating every emotion.
It's in these moments when I used to isolate myself. To get away from people so I didn't offend them or whatever. But now a days, I'm so grateful for friendship and soulship. People who lift me up, hold me when I'm hurting, bring me back to prayer, and except the dents and bumps, the twist and curves of who I am.