I was weary from all the tests, not just the tests this year to find out what the pain was this time, but all of the tests over the past 7 years. I was just tired, the doctor was dodging around it trying not to say what she thought it was but I finally asked her outright.
“What is causing all of this pain?”
“I believe it’s fibromyalgia.”
She said it so easily, like it wasn’t a major upheaval. She said it had probably been there for a very long time almost as long as the pemphigus. We had been so distracted trying to contain the pemphigus that the fibromyalgia had snuck up on me very soon afterwards.
I had a name for the pain.
I knew the name well.
I knew that myalgia was temporary, but my pain had been steadily growing worse over the years so I already felt it coming and started to research it.
I had a name for the pain, but the pain doesn’t show.
My pain is invisible, I can hide it behind a smile, a laugh, a joke. I can hide my pain behind technology. I can hide my pain in a room full of people and force myself to walk upright without flinching, but it’s hard to hide your pain from those who know you better than anyone. They carry my pain as well.
Every day, it’s a struggle to get out of bed. Every day I can barely accomplish the things I need to do to function. I have only so much energy and many things get put to the side. All I could feel was the deepest despair as my entire world shook and crumbled.
I had always held on to the thought of one day being well, it helped me through the darkest of days. There is no cure for fibromyalgia, and yes I do believe there will be one day. However, I can no longer live my life as one waiting to be well. I can only structure my days very carefully and use my energy wisely, I can only enjoy the moment, each second a precious gift. I don’t have to pretend to be okay anymore.
Maybe you know someone with chronic pain, or maybe you can’t even see their pain because, like me, they have become skilled at hiding it from others. If you take the time to look into their eyes and see the unseen pain. If you can take the time to listen to their struggles and hold them gently, that does much more than a temporary pain medication because it gives us the strength to carry on.
Through all the darkness and struggles of pushing myself to be able to overcome it and live my life in spite of the pain, another book idea starting to grow inside of me and while I’m doing NaNoWriMo I would like to share the story with all of you. You can follow along at WattPad using this link: