When the doctor told me I had Fibromyalgia, I was in disbelief. For weeks I had been experiencing different pains throughout my body and did not understand why. I had been visiting numerous doctors stumped by my symptoms and was desperate to find an answer. Little did I know, the answer would be something I would never be able to find relief from.
I was in agony constantly and no amount of medication seemed to help. I had days where my body ached so badly I could barely move, and I was exhausted from the effort of simply breathing. Every night I would lay in bed, praying for the pain to subside.
It was hard to accept that I would suffer from the same pain day after day. I was stuck and unable to find a way out of the cycle of pain and exhaustion. All I could do was try to find moments of relief, moments where I could feel like myself again. But even these moments were fleeting.
Fibromyalgia had done its damage, leaving me with no reprieve from the suffering. I was left to bear the pain and exhaustion, waiting for the day I could find some closure.