My experience with IC has definitely followed these thoughts: what first seemed to happen to me overnight was actually the proverbial final straw on the camel's back after many years of illness, sadness and pain. Except the straw was one more sad family event, poor diet, stress and birth control pills (my theory) and the camel's back was my bladder and vaginal area. It was only when I had traveled halfway through my journey back towards health from IC did I realize that overnight was actually fifteen plus years of hard times, abusive relationships and never facing some demons from my childhood. The pain in my vagina and bladder became the Siren's call, calling out for love and attention from the island of my own isolation and emotional pain. Earlier warning signs years prior had gone unbidden by me, the small incidences of IBS flareups, chronic yeast infections, and my ever-present anger management issues which erupted while driving or over the phone at the smallest hint of infraction from the cable or phone company.
Now that I am in remission (I do have the occasional flare ups from food or stress) I sometimes quietly tune into the tiny workings of my body, like so many fireflies sparking in the Illinois evening, I search for the flares of warning. My pathway is clear before me: no more alcohol; food should be as pure and clean as a farmers diet in France in the 1800s; supplements should be taken daily, physical exercise is a must; stress should be kept to a minimum; toxic relationships should be severed; life and love should be embraced. If I stray from these truths I learned from recovering from severe IC I can feel myself slowly slipping into the embrace of pain once again and I find myself slightly panicking to get myself back to base-line. But base-line for me is a place of simplicity, happiness and joy, where I acknowledge that dark times have occurred but I release them without allowing them a foothold in my body, mind or spirit. That is the 'I see' in 'IC'.