Chronic illness is a daily presence in my life.  It comes at me with the intensity of a tiger attack, and the struggle to pray, to trust, to go on living with the pain and uncertainty of any treatment or cure is a hourly, minutely, secondly struggle. This struggle goes on even as I go about my day.  It is an inhuman task, wrestling a tiger, and there are plenty of tigers on deck but only one of me.

Actually they’re more like this:

So that’s where the phrase comes from.  I used to use it as a euphemism for “I have a migraine” but now I apply it more broadly, to depression and to spiritual and emotional struggles as well as the physical attack of a migraine.

These blogs are some that I’ve written about this experience.  Be warned, I’m very honest.

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Wrestling the tigers

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“Well I looked my demons in the eye
Laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me
See I’ve been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me”  ~Ray LaMontagne