I am a dreamer. A dream chaser.
I chase them without ceasing. But dear God I am weary.
For everytime I think I am closer to snatching up that dream, to making it happen, it eludes me once again.
It is not easy with fibromyalgia. I am in pain, and my mind is confused. I am struggling to focus, to hold up, to make sense of things. I am squeezed in between enclosing walls by cognitive impairments and fatigue so debilitating it exhausts me just trying to converse or think analytically.
But I must have that dream materialise, so I press on.
I press on and my reward is delay, mountainous obstacles and criticism. Why?
Why is this the fruit of my labour when the wicked succeed?
Already, we with fibromyalgia, depression and chronic illnesses must work so much harder than the healthy to achieve.
This life is such a damn pain. Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!
But if it is the last thing I do, I will succeed.
Neither Fibromyalgia nor detractors will steal my dreams.
I must persuade myself of this.
Gentle hugs 🙂