By pol sifter
Sometimes we’re not always sure why we bother to hope against the darkness.
We cannot see ahead as we feel our hands about, walking aimlessly in the pitch black, yet seeking.
It is called blind faith.
Believing in the absence of proof.
This is faith.
I am in short supply of optimism, but faith and hope are always rife in my corner. Because there is still the greatest thing of all, love.
I am here because of love. Love is why we are saved. And we are born to love. Despite sickness, and pain. Despite emptiness, and unrequited love that threatens to shatter our hearts.
One day my love will be returned, and this weary heart will fill. I hope.
If we don’t have faith, hope and love, then what else is there?
Press on my sister, remain steady my brother.
Better days are yet to come. We hope together.
Gentle hugs:) x
On the way home from church on Sunday I got drenched in an unexpected shower.
I was hastily walking over Waterloo Bridge when I had to stop and admire the magnificence of the place. I took this photograph to share with you – note the rainbow.
I had to give thanks, even for the opportunity to behold such beauty, such magic that always warms my soul and inspires creativity in me. View full article »
There are so many pains that come with fibromyalgia, pun unintended.
We are familiar with many of them and in my support groups we talk about them. Think migraines, crippling fatigue, cognitive difficulties, irritable bowel syndrome, jaw pain, dizzy spells, depression and anxiety and the list goes on.
I never really associated post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) with fibromyalgia.
It’s awkward considering that research says that fibromyalgia is usually triggered by traumatic events like accidents, extreme prolonged stress, abuse… And doctors say 1 in 3 people who experience a traumatic event will be affected by post traumatic stress disorder
So in actuality, PTSD could be a risk factor for fibromyalgia and vice versa. View full article »
Photo by Boglarka Otti
I may need a walking stick, again.
I am not happy about this but some days the pain in my feet is unbearable. Whenever I get caught off guard by the fiery stabs striking my feet I risk falling over.
Living with an invisible illness is hard as it is. My visually impaired friend said he thinks living with an invisible illness is harder than living with a visible one. Perhaps he is right.
Maybe the walking stick will make it easier and people will realise fibromyalgia isn’t imaginary.
Maybe. View full article »