I love this article and it’s been circulating a lot since Morgan Freeman went public with his condition. Ever since he has become the unofficial face of fibro and making people think twice about this hellish mystery of a disease.
I did not write the following article and the original article can be found here http://healingfibro.com/morgan-speaks-about-his-fibromyalgia/
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I’m kinda glad this popped up on my facebook feed tonight. About an hour or so ago, I was crying. I was crying because I was standing up doing the dishes. I was crying because after I washed enough dishes for dinner, I then had to cook that dinner. I was crying because my youngest walked into the kitchen and with attitude asked ‘Aren’t you cooking yet?’ (he’s sick so I’m tried to let that slide and not kill him). I was crying because my oldest swore on a stack of bible’s that he would do the dishes (two days ago). I was crying just because I was done. I was tired, hurting and just done.
So many people question if fibro is real and I just don’t get why. I mean, I kinda do. You can’t see it, like you can see a cold, or a broken arm or cancer. All people see is a young woman with a handicap sticker shuffling around and I know they are wondering what could possibly be wrong with me. What they don’t see that my feet have doubled in size since I entered the store and I am dripping in sweat from pushing a shopping cart and there are tears in my eyes because now not only do I have to get whatever I brought into my car, I’ll have to take it out and put it away when I get home.
What they don’t see is that cleaning my house from top to bottom means that I will be out of commission for two to three days.
What they don’t see if that I am cringing on the inside because the music is too loud or the group of people I’m with are having fun being loud and crazy (as they should be) and bumping into me or squeezing me tight before I can ask them to be gentle and my anxiety is now through the roof.
No one sees that. Not even the kids I live with. And it’s so tiring. And that’s why I’m done, but only for tonight. For tomorrow, I am still going to be mom and I have a job to do so we can have a roof over our heads and food in our mouths. Tomorrow I still have to be the woman to do it all.