Hi all,
I'm just writing as a way of accepting.
I am slowly accepting who I am and what I can and can't do.
I am slowly accepting that my days are never the same,
my days consists of ups and downs, goods and bad.
Pain can be managable and sometimes it can't.
Use of a walking stick is needed and sometimes it's not.
Having lazy days are needed, but frustrating at the same time.
My body is struggling and sometimes its managable.
My head is full of questions, thoughts or just blank.
My head is my worse enemy or it can just be there.
The need to do stuff is a drive, yet it is a hurdle.
Able to do simple stuff is an achievement, slowly accepting days when they aren't.
I am slowly understanding the fibro will not beat me, though I this is a very slow process.
For this feels like a huge suffocating issue that has no relief most of the times,
Thanks all for letting me process here.