Someone said that grief is more or less when you have love to give to someone but they’re not there to receive it.
I’m so sorry that lately my blog posts have been fewer and fewer. I’ve been soo knackered. You know, the fatigue of fibromyalgia. While some struggle more with the pain, the chronic exhaustion is my worse symptom. Then of course the insomnia doesn’t help that. No wonder my brains have been acting
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
WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING IS TRUE? (A) NESSIE IS REAL (B) FIBROMYALGIA IS REAL * Alarming doesn't quite sum up some of the myths people have about fibromyalgia - a condition that affects possibly 3-6 % of the world's population. I assure you, it is real. The pain is real. The debilitating chronic exhaustion is
‘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
It is hard living in a body that won’t do what I ask it to. Coax it lovingly I must. Push it I must. And all the while try to be present and do what I have to do. Every single day I must.
We don’t always fully appreciate something until it is taken away. But the opposite is also true – and sometimes never having a thing teaches you its true value.
The hands on the clock ticked away dutifully. The seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes turned to hours. Yet, I was still there squeezing my eyes shut like it would trick my body into falling asleep. Grrr... I’m exhausted and annoyed. No sleep, and I have work in the morning. It’s challenging enough