You’ve probably heard many say this, it’s been probably plastered on people’s pages.
I am a pretty open being though, I don’t have anything to hide, ask and I will say. I am truthful with my feelings, although sometimes I may hide them in fear of upsetting others. I like the way I am.
Im starting to get better from this flare up, it started after Christmas, I’ve spent most my days using walking aids to get by. When I felt not too bad, I done little walk when I could. My eldest took this photo of me, my dog has been pretty much attached to me, I’ve been substituting my hot water bottles for him. I’ve been lethargic and nauseated due to the excruciating pains. I may look fat and lazy to an outsider, those who know me well have seen my fluctuation with my moods and pain.
One thing that I am also proud of myself is, I’m an amazing mother. This sounds so big headed, but I’ve always doubted myself, had people knock me down, had stories twisted. My eldest had learning difficulties that despite all my hard efforts and nagging, school were taking credit for my child’s achievements. It’s all good,things have moved forward and my child is getting the right support they needed. I’ve never been a bad mother, I should of never self doubted myself. I get so many compliments from other professionals my favourite being how they can tell my children are from a loving and caring home. I always give out compliments to my children, they know their manners, are affectionate and simply the most amazing little humans ever! It’s difficult being a parent with this condition, it’s exhausting and certainly more challenging, so seeing my children grow into their own amazing little characters shows me that I’m doing a good job. Even if I’m tired I still find time to sit and read to them, play board game or their toys with them. It’s good to recognise your strengths and be proud of yourself. We are our own worse critics.
I have taken back control of my own well-being, it’s been a long path however I’ve succeeded. No more worrying what others think of me, living in the moment and not the past has helped. No longer holding the grudges that we’re holding me down, and no longer having to explain myself to anyone. This world is already full of so much hate, it’s so draining, it wastes so much energy thinking and treating others negatively.
people will always talk about us, good or bad, it’s up to you if you want to go back and dwell on it, or to carry on moving forward in your life.
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The highs and lows of fibromyalgia 