overcome fibromyalgia

I will not let this rule my life. I will work through the pain and the fatigue to meet my goals. I will not be held back or limited by this. I will not use fm as an excuse. I will be well.

So i left my husband a few years ago, 3 years after my major episode and diagnosis. I was lucky to find support in someone, of the male sort. He helped my transition by physically being there and giving me hope and illusion, but emotionally, it was void. Today, that relationship is coming to an end, this really feels like the divorce for me. He’s never been there for my fibro, and he also not there physically to help out as we break up. So, today I took care of myself, like the big girl I was pre-fibro- I built a cabinet kit i purchased.I felt proud. I hurt, my hands are hot, red and puffy, but I feel independent and on my way. I have children to raise, and the saddest part is being alone, emotionally. The most maddening, frustrating, and angering part, is that I never needed the physical presence of a man, but today, i really need help. I’d love a hug, i’d love a rub, i’d love all these, especially when one feels sick. Today, however, I feel proud.I could have asked for help from other friends, but i didn’t. I relied on myself. The instructions were a pain with my HHV6 concentration and memory problem. I kept on confusing the instructions, but i would go back and find my place. My dexterity sucked, and I lost a few nails. My fingers were more like glue, than actually holding the nails in place. Now, I have a great cabinet, and red puffy hand to prove it! Off to a warm epsom salt bath.

For as long as I can remember, my life has been a nightmare of constant, intense agony, debilitating fatigue, cognitive disorientation and an emotional distress.
Though it has haunted me for at least 30 years, it wasn’t until just the past year that I came to understand the malady that plagued me.
Mustering up the energy to do the simple daily tasks that most people take for granted is often beyond my reach. I often forget things. I get edgy and irritable. It has cost me many wonderful relationships, some jobs and countless opportunities. It has disrupted my life, drained my finances, destroyed my credit and has led me to the brink of suicide and beyond the brink of insanity.
Since I discovered the guaifenesin treatment I have been getting successively better each day. My energy is returning. My emotions are stabilizing. My mind is regaining its focus. I am slowly peicing my life back together. I have dreams like any other person, but all my dreams have essentially been put on hold while I fight to awaken from this nightmare.