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
I’ve been feeling quite froggy foggy lately. More than usual I mean. Fibro fog is real. More and more, I realise the daily effects on my life are as impacting as the pain or debilitating exhaustion. In the past, I've tried to see the funny side of fibro fog, or brain fog as some
…we’re struggling to live with ourselves. I think it is important to find someone who can support us, will believe us, stand by us and love us for who we are.
‘Welcome to the dark side’ is what my friend at work (right behind me) says to me when I pop around her ‘side’ of the office, demarcated only by a glass wall. It’s a joke of course but what Lucy doesn’t know is that I already live on the dark side. Living
Doctors had always said that fibromyalgia isn’t going to kill us. They mean it’s not a terminal illness. Our muscles won’t degenerate, and we won’t (completely) go bonkers from our impacting cognitive impairments aka fibro fog. What they completely ignore is the fact that we are at increased risk of dying by
Fibromyalgia makes it so difficult to write a story with the right words, and paint a picture with the right colours.