Do you ever wish you could just break-up with your chronic illness? I do. Here’s what I would tell fibromyalgia if it really were that simple.
I’d like to break up with you. And I’m not going to give you the standard “It’s not you, it’s me,” because it is YOU.
You sneak around and lie in wait and appear at the most inopportune times.
I always have to explain your bad behavior to my family and friends, and make excuses for you when they don’t understand why I’m still with you.
You suck the life out of me. Literally and figuratively. I feel like I have been run over by a truck when you visit, and have no energy to enjoy my life.
When I am around you, I am a shadow of my former self. I have no energy to do the things I love to do in life.
You are like an unwelcome house guest who overstays their welcome. This last time you came to town, you stayed almost a month. You were here so long I had my doctor order a Coronavirus test, just to be sure.
And no, we can’t be friends, because honestly I don’t want you around me. I don’t have nice things to say about you, so a clean break would be best. You should just move on. We would both be better off.