I hate asking for help of any kind. I've always been that way. Now, I have a GoFundMe page up just to raise money to pay our bills. I made it two days ago, but just now posted it on Facebook because, honestly, I'm embarrassed. I hate that I can't physically do as much as I could even just a few months ago. I hate that I had to step down from a really good paying position and now have to sign up for food stamps and borrow money.
Fibromyalgia has gradually taken my life from me. It's robbed me of enjoying activities with my daughter because I was too tired or hurting, it's taken friendships away because I have to back out of invites at the last minute, and it's broken me mentally. The pain, fatigue, and the dozens of other symptoms have changed me and I hate it.
I know I should be more grateful for what I do have, and I am, contrary to popular belief. I tell myself every day things could always be worse. But, damn! When do I get a break?
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Ok, this morning I've been reading posts in a Facebook Fibro group I belong to. I was reminded how no matter how bad things get, we need to hold on to the positive, happy times no matter how few and far between. No matter how I feel, I need to find a happy moment each day and focus on that. Today, it's my dog snuggling with me. He is definitely mama's boy and though sometimes he drives me insane, I couldn't imagine not having him around.
Focus on the good times and more will follow...
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