Someone said that grief is more or less when you have love to give to someone but they’re not there to receive it.
My Mama Claire has never been wrong. Years ago when I was suffering terribly from severe pain in my feet and legs, she instructed me. "Run the water as hot as you can take it, pour a good bit of Epsom salts in there and soak in the tub" she said. In conjunction
I've been completely trapped by pain in the last three days. I cannot lie, with the right medication I had managed to push through the barriers in an attempt to live (ie go to work, have friends, relationships and fulfil my dreams) albeit at a much slower pace than a healthier person
There’s a wild party going on… in my head. And I’m not invited. And as every perturbed neighbour privy to unwelcoming noise reverberating from the house next door, I want it to stop. Right now. The throbbing is terrible and taunting, showing no sign of letting up. I’m usually subject to these disturbances on
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