“You Don’t Appear Sick…”

You don‘t appear sick…”  So why should anyone believe us when we say that we are? Let’s put it simply, shall we… Do you really think we choose to be stuck in the house, with no income, no life outside of our bedroom, and eating “food” that hardly deserves to be called that? Seriously

I had a life! Not much of one, because I’ve been ill for the majority if it. But I pushed myself to do what I could through the pain. Every moment I shared with my sons, I spent hoping it wasn’t my last, because I was in such physical and mental pain, while still trying to make the best of it, so they would be happy and see me “happy.” Every second of the day spent, and everything I did with My Love, I kept the pain hidden, as to not spoil our wonderful life we shared together. Every long drive or plane trip, would kill me, but I’d do it for some much needed and necessary change of scenery. Every weight I lifted, I did it because I didn’t want my body to give up or give in, to whatever was wreaking havoc on it. Every outing with friends to lunch or dinner, I joined because I didn’t want to lose them, by saying I’m too tired or not feeling well all of the time. Every softball game I played/attended, because I knew the last one, would be my final one. Everything I did, I did it with purpose. Knowing what no one else could possibly know, nor understand… because I’ve kept it hidden behind lock and key. Always certain, that I was truly not well… only I had no clue as to why, yet. Hence, why I wouldn’t waste my precious time trying to explain how much I am hurting, or how tired I always am? When I couldn’t give them the medical reasoning for it… 

(So let‘s pretend you are me now…)
That day finally comes, and you have a reason! Great… Right!?!

Hahaha

Forgive me for laughing… but, you’ve just found out your reason doesn’t have any real backing, that some Dr’s think it’s total B.S., and that you can’t get any help financially; without jumping through a myriad of hoops! 

(How are you feeling about yourself now?)

So why should you believe us, when we are explaining how sick we are? 

Because were telling you that we are

You are our family, our significant other, our friend… why would we lie to you about this? Do you really believe that we want your pity, sorrowful looks, and/or disdain? That’s why we put on the happy face, so we won’t have to endure any of that. We feel like $#!+ constantly! So to those family members, significant others, and friends that were and are so heartless, that you felt the need to make us feel like liars, losers, and less than worthy to be believed and loved
Wedontneedyouinourlives!”
We have each other, we are strong together, and we are FIBRO WARRIORS!
You are not alone! Love you all ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’‹

#FibromyalgiaAwareness

FIBRO WARRIOR, My New Normal

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Author: FIBRO WARRIOR, My New Normal

I'm MJ the purple haired FIBRO WARRIOR! I am a Podcast Host, Facebook Admin, Blogger and Vlogger for 'FIBRO WARRIOR, My New Normal' My crew and I are here to help spread Fibromyalgia Awareness. I have had Fibromyalgia since I was a teenager, if not earlier, so I have a lot to share and say on the subject. Pleases join me in this journey, by reading my blog or watching/listening to our podcast/vlog, which can be found on our Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/FIBROWarriorMNN/ You are not alone! Love you all๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’‹

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