Those that know me know that I have fibromyalgia. But do they really know what that means?
It means that I am in constant and severe pain.
I am fatigued all the time, even after sleeping.
I am stuck with tons of other horrid symptoms.
I am unable to live the life I always thought I would.
I am (mostly) OK with that because my life is good despite fibro.
Now here are a few things that I’m not:
I’m not lazy.
I’m not weak..
I’m not here to be judged.
I’m not looking for sympathy.
I’m not being brave – I’m just being.
I’m not free of pain just because I’m smiling.
I’m not unhappy, despite all of it.
Here’s the thing that I hope:
I hope that those I care about don’t just think of me as “the one with fibromyalgia.”
I’m a wife and a mummy, and that’s much more important.
I also like to draw, paint, make jewelry and read tarot/oracle cards – when I’m feeling up to it.
So, you see, most of my life may have to revolve around my chronic illness just so that I can function as much as possible, but it does not define who I am as a person. Or as a soul.
Fibromyalgia – it’s not all of who I am, but it is a significant and unavoidable part, so I appreciate you for reading this far just to try and understand