Here I Am One Day At A Time
Submitted by 1sweed on Fri, 04/12/2013 - 16:04
It seems everyday I come to this forum, I learn new things and make new friends. But what am I doing to help myself in this endless sea of new hidden faces of friends that I have grown to care about.
I am reaching out, like a hand extended into outer space and tonching lives of people I will never meet, but whose lives are so similar to mine that at times I feel their great sorrows and joys.
This feeling is strange in a way because I don't know them, but they are important friends and links held together by a thread called 'Fibromyalgia.'
This binding like the frosting on a cake, is a hidden illness that we feel and others cannot see. It is mean and cold, with no feeling for those it lives within. It steals strength and willpower, and happiness from the minds of whom it plays it game of cat and mouse.
It is here one day and gone the next. It drags on for weeks at a time switching from painful feelings to twitching and weird feelings. It puts us to bed on sunny warm days when our feet would drather be dancing or our hearts would sing and soar. We give up hopes and dreams, trading our lives filled with many things for a sad song that we sing each day, one day at a time.
I am reaching out, like a hand extended into outer space and tonching lives of people I will never meet, but whose lives are so similar to mine that at times I feel their great sorrows and joys.
This feeling is strange in a way because I don't know them, but they are important friends and links held together by a thread called 'Fibromyalgia.'
This binding like the frosting on a cake, is a hidden illness that we feel and others cannot see. It is mean and cold, with no feeling for those it lives within. It steals strength and willpower, and happiness from the minds of whom it plays it game of cat and mouse.
It is here one day and gone the next. It drags on for weeks at a time switching from painful feelings to twitching and weird feelings. It puts us to bed on sunny warm days when our feet would drather be dancing or our hearts would sing and soar. We give up hopes and dreams, trading our lives filled with many things for a sad song that we sing each day, one day at a time.
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