My Story: Oh Heck yeah, you ARE worth a lot!

My Story: Oh Heck yeah, you ARE worth a lot!

Our day had ended like most. Karen came home and found me in bed. For me, it had all now taken a dark turn and I contemplated how best and easiest to end my life. Gone was my artistry because my hands could not hold the tools of my trade. Gone was my identity as a minister because one church after another looked at my disability rather than my ability. Gone were my strong physical attributes that could move a mountain. Gone was my ability to live in the outdoors in the way I wanted. Gone was normalcy in life due to the constant pain I was in. Gone now, I believed, was God.

She pulled into the driveway, stepped out of her car, walked up the sidewalk and through the front door, received the nightly greeting from our dachshund, paraded herself right into the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed and asked me, ”Are you suicidal?” I began to cry and I was totally honest with her; ‘Yes, I am’, and with the answer came the tears. Not only did my tears fall, but so did Karen’s. We have been through a lot and have had some great experiences. Chronic pain however has been an unwelcome invasive species in our existence. There is literally no place that pain has not touched. Vacations have been canceled, medical bills have piled up, and loneliness has crept in to become an unwelcome friend to both of us. She has learned to read me now after all of these years and she was spot on.

The conversation turned quickly to things that I actually could do rather than what I could not do and to our future rather than the present. Grandbabies that would need a lap to crawl in and last time I looked, it had become an unwelcome physical trait. Ears to hear of the difficulties of adult-becoming that my children are going through that are still usable. A role to play in a few weddings someday, even if it meant having my rear end hauled down the center isle of a church in a red western flyer wagon! Meals that I have become a master of preparing that gave her a little more palate to endure her own precious yet stress filled life. Flowers that I could still arrange in a planter, though more slowly and painfully than before, that had become life giving to her. I could still do a small amount of my art work, no, not mass production, but something at least that could identify God as a God of beauty and love. Words that I was now beginning to learn to put together in a highly creative format where people gain help for their own struggles were beginning to be read.

They were all pieces, every one of them. Scattered pieces, like that of a jigsaw puzzle. They are the pieces of my life that to Karen had far more value to her than I had thought. And at that very moment, I determined one thing, one very important thing; the pieces of Kerry Smith were worth more to my people and to my world and maybe to my God than none of Kerry Smith. In my contemplation of suicide, I was therefore making none of Kerry Smith available to no one or no thing but earth worms, I suppose.

Would I be cured? I don’t know, but if I ended my life I may never find out! Would I still have pain? Probably, possibly, heck, I really could not know definitely. Would my life be as it once was? No. Could it still be life, yes!

It was at this point, in the crossroads of my own crisis, a book was suggested by a dear friend who from a distance walks with me in this pain manure. The title is, “Man’s Search for Meaning” by Viktor Frankl. Viktor was a concentration camp survivor and if you have not read the book, you need to, because if someone found a way to survive a concentration camp, I am thinking his tools could fit into our own tool chest.

In this book, Viktor discusses why it was that some people were surviving the concentration camp he was placed in and why some of them were not. His conclusion, after watching poor souls who were the shadows of their previous selves, was that if a concentration camp prisoner had some reason for living, something that pulled them forward, they would survive. He gave story after story of prisoners who died for no other reason than they had lost a reason to live. Those that survived, even if their reason for existing was misplaced or misappropriated to some area, would find a way to survive. His own personal reason for living was the belief that one day he would see his wife again even though in reality, she was already dead. He had no way of knowing, but he believed and imagined that one day he would see her outside of the prison fences.

Chronic Pain patients are similar to prisoners. They are bound by a body that no longer works as it once did and they are prisoners inside of that jail cell. Often they feel that there is no other way to escape than to end their lives. Chronic Pain Patients are twice as likely to commit suicide as the average population according to Judy Foreman in her book, “A Nation in Pain”.  If you are suffering from chronic pain, you know this fact deep down, don’t you? Life is not what it once was and you struggle to find a new meaning for living. Friends don’t understand. Family, to a great degree, does not totally get it. Your purpose and reason for living the life that you once lived has now gone.

Ask yourself this question; Are the pieces of your life worth more to the world we live in, than none of your life? To a child learning to read, can you teach them how to read? To a wife or husband attempting to understand what you are going through and giving their all, can you prepare lasagna? To a darkened world, can you create something of beauty? And out of your own pain manure, can you plant flowers? The pieces of your life, those now scattered about, those incomplete pieces, are worth more to your loved ones, to your God, to your world, than none of you. Chronic Pain may have clouded the lenses of how you see your life, but know one thing; your life is far more valuable than you realize!

Authored by: Kerry Smith

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Anna Flynn

well Kerry, you may not be able to create your art or live your life as you used to, but you can write. You have a unique voice of the chronic pain sufferer. I hope you continue to write, I found your article compelling and have felt everything you have felt. Thank you for writing this


Thank you for the wonderful article. It was written so well and , well frankly just warmed my heart. I have shared it with a group I am in mainly for 1 person (and others too) who spends every day talking about suicide to the point where I just want to block her because she doesn’t listen to anyone or try to help herself. I am really hoping anyone that reads this will try to change their way of thinking living with chronic pain.



Kimberly Cornilsen

Thanks for sharing

Dennis Kinch

Wow! You pretty much said it all, and from the deepest darkest place chronic pain can bring you to. When you come out the other side, the first thing you say to yourself besides, “Thank God I didn’t kill myself,’ is that “God is beauty and love” and you start noticing all the little things around you, leaves growing, a bee flying by, snow on the window sill, things to distract your mind from the pain, and then you start to see the beauty in all things. Then the ultimate happens. You see the good side of chronic pain, and I was surprised to see how long that list became as I wrote it down. For me, the biggest was, realizing how strong I was, how - now I think I could handle ANYTHING that comes along. 10 years later, I still feel this way.

People would always ask me, “Why would God do this to me? I am a good, hardworking, caring person.” And I would say the only answer I could figure out, that “He needed us. He is always fighting a war against evil and sometimes, he needs a little extra help, so he finds those on the earth He thinks have a lot of strength and heart and conviction and He places us into a very tough situation.

You see, He gets His strength from our fight. The more we fight the good fight, the more we stay in it and keep trying, the more power He gains from it. Kerry, you prove this again to me and I feel stronger already just from hearing this story. (If I could just stop crying!)
It’s funny to me - that which causes us to give up on God ends up bringing us closer to knowing Him, if we stay in it long enough! (Man, I hate crying!)

This is so beautifully written and provocative. You have yet another piece of yourself of great value to others. Thank You