Life with Fibromyalgia

In 1999 after years of constant pain all over my body and being tested for everything under the sun I was finally diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. Now as defined be the Mayo clinic : Fibromyalgia is a disorder characterized by widespread musculoskeletal pain accompanied by fatigue, sleep, memory and mood issues. Researchers believe that fibromyalgia amplifies painful sensations by affecting the way your brain processes pain signals. Often Fibro is caused by certain stressors  such as psychological stress/issues, trauma/accidents are likely to be behind a diagnosis of fibro. Well lets see, from 1987-1999 I had been in 5 auto accidents the first of which my son was killed. Another one was head on, one we hydroplaned and rolled 3 times, hows this for trauma?   

Living with Fibro is a daily struggle, pain every day, muscle spasms, headaches, irritable bladder, IBS, RLS you name it Insomnia the list of symptoms goes on and on and it is disheartening because while all symptoms are painful, limit your ability to function normal on a day to day basis, you have extreme fatigue, many nights even with your medication to help you sleep you still have insomnia, your legs ache its a never ending viscous cycle. It's upsetting as well because its an invisible disease nobody can see all the pain your in or the struggles that you go through. They just see somebody that needs to take a lot of naps, complains about pain all the time etc. Here is something that pretty much says it all, I have to give the credit to Cherie Evans who I met in a fibro support group on facebook:  

Compliments of Cherie Evans: Cherie on Facebook

It's my hope that myself and Cherie have enlightened those of you who are newly diagnosed with fibro or who don't have it but wan't/need to understand it more. You can find me on FACEBOOK where you can ask more questions. I am open to answering questions.

Thanks for taking the time to read this. God bless.

This is a Poem from a facebook page I am a mother to an angel...it really made me think of my son. This is not my poem.