Yesterday I talked about my fibromyalgia. In the midst of my fatigue I sat down and told you a bit about it. I don't normally talk about it. I prefer to get through it on my own. I refuse to become a victim to it so I don't like to give it energy. I feel that giving it energy gives it legs. And when it gets legs the fatigue monster climbs on my back and digs in his claws. So I choose not to talk about it. I tuck it away and carry on with my life. Head held high. Nothing wrong with me.
But the other day in the middle of one of my periods of fog, I read a post which made me decide to share my story. You can read that post by Jemikaan here. It was a post on depression which has encouraged me to talk to you about my fibromyalgia. For the sake of others ...
Then this morning as I was getting ready to dive into the next fibromyalgia chapter I wandered over to another blog to see how things were going. You will recall that Lori over at Random Ramblings of a Stay at Home Mum lost her husband a few weeks ago to suicide. Her post gives a blow by blow account of the day Tony died. It is a shocking but necessary account of the events that could lead to such an incident. Lori has bravely shared it so that others can learn from her pain. You can read her post here.
Today I am not going to talk about my fibromyalgia. Today I will just let you absorb my post of yesterday, and the posts of fellow bloggers. But tomorrow I will chat about it again .... unless something hysterical happens in the meantime that has me screaming "I'm soooooo blogging this" and then I'll kick fibro off the page to make room for a giggle-fest. Agreed?