Grief can be so overwhelming that the hardest thing to muster is hope and strength.
I have been trying to write this post for many months now, but have been consumed by grief, a lack of creativity, and no desire to write.
Grief takes on many forms when you have chronic pain or a chronic illness, like fibromyalgia. You might be grieving the person you used to be, the life you used to have, or all of the things you used to be able to do.
Any loss can be profound and all-consuming. Even life-changing.
Continue reading “Grief and Fibromyalgia”Just a quick one for a Monday morning. Anyone else feel like the weekends just aren’t long enough? 🙋🏻♀️ My to-do list is overflowing lately and there just isn’t enough time to get it all done AND relax a bit on the weekends. Sigh….
Perhaps it’s the exhaustion and pain (fibro flare) that I am still suffering. But this describes my Monday mood…. More coffee, please. Extra shot.
Nonetheless, I hope you all have a wonderful week! Do something wonderful for yourself!! Self-care is selfless, not selfish. (More on that later.) I am taking Friday off to knock off some things from that list. 😉 But first, coffee.
Cheers!
Cynthia
May is Fibromyalgia Awareness Month and May 12th is Fibromyalgia Awareness Day, so this post is meant to do just that. Raise awareness. Give readers a little glimpse into what it is like to have this daily companion in your life.
While some may not understand what it is when you explain it, they can probably relate to the occasional sleepless nights or aches and pains. Fibrowarriors have these symptoms on most days.
Continue reading “Fibromyalgia Awareness Day: Life with Fibromyalgia”I would prefer my “F” words include Fabulous, Fearless, and Fun.
I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia in 2000 and have said/thought many a curse word since that time. Fibromyalgia. Fibro. Fibro-flare. Flare. FMS. Fatigue. Fog. Frustration. Failure. All of these have become the other “F” words to me. I try to live by the power of positive thinking (hence, the name of my blog), but until you live a day in my shoes it may be hard to understand why even sometimes it is easier to smile and put on a happy face rather than truly answer the question of “How are you?” Because trust me, you don’t want to hear about how I am tired, hurt all over, didn’t sleep last night, and oftentimes feel like a failure because I can’t do the things I want to do.
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