Day one living with fibromyalgia.
Or knowing I have it at least. Last night was not much different to the last 6 months. Restless night with aches and pains and no hope of comfort. Waking up stiff beyond belief and sensitive to even the smallest sensations of pain that movement seems to bring with it these days.
But I’ve woken up with a label that doesn’t quite seem “mine” yet. It seems a bit of a sentence. A life long one without any true hope or solid understanding of how it will affect me and my family for the rest of our lives.
My googling last night led me to these conclusions
- There aren’t any stories of hope and inspiration for living with fibromyalgia that are easy to find online.
- I’ll have to do something about that.
So, here it is. I’ve always wanted to blog but have never known what to blog about. Now I have a clear purpose for it – living with fibromyalgia and how one woman didn’t let it ruin her life or crush even one of her life dreams. I’m going to do them all, no matter how big or small and you won’t be able to stop me.
So, f*** you Fibromyalgia. You’ve met you match. My name’s Gemma. Nice to meet you.