Since my diagnosis with fibromyalgia, I have been looking for an outlet to talk about my daily struggles, my pain, trying to see the positives in having a chronic illness, and learning to accept help from those around me.
I am a 27 year old teacher that holds a lot in. I hold in pain, fears, dreams, and other random thoughts. I used to think when I was younger it was because no one would listen to me. Nope, that’s not it all. I think, and talk, in a stream of consciousness. Most of the time my mind is going at a million miles and hour–not because I harbor anxiety, but I have just been always to think about things. Deeply.
This has resulted in an immense feeling to be loved, and to give love in return. My thoughts, like my feelings, are deep in my heart. My passions are ignited when I am agitated, when I am sad, when I am angry. I get angry for things, about things, and things that didn’t even happen yet. In the past, I have apologized for how I am; but being diagnosed and have a general feeling of maturity–I am done with all of that.