I am 33, yes but I still have sleep terrors. The kind of sleep terrors that shove you unexpectedly into fight or flight mode, leaving you filled with sheer dread. It is a kind of terror I can only try to describe. But you never forget it. even if you’ve not idea what you’re terrified of.
I was listening to Lana Del Rey’s I Can Fly, and it elicited something in me. She sings ‘You had me caged up like a bird in the summer....I was waiting to fly...’ I imagined the ‘You’ in her song as the depression and complex PTSD stifling me, tying my wings
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
Courage (noun) The ability to do something that frightens one; Strength in the face of pain or grief − Oxford Dictionary Where does it come from? Everyone keeps saying not to give up, to keep trying, persevering... Why give up when one has fought so hard to reach this far? But my fuel tank is running
If I could choose, I wouldn’t choose pain, no one would, whether it’s the kind of pain you see or you can’t see.