Avoidance is not always the best policy.

Today I was formally diagnosed with FM and will probably come away with a ME diagnosis as well. Here's the thing, I was already diagnosed when I was 17 years old. Back when it was “all in your head", and having comorbid illnesses only solidified the idea of it just being in my head. In all my doctor's appointments, I have never mentioned this diagnosis. Never. I didn't want to be accused of being a hypochondriac or worse; q malingerer. How do I feel now? I want to cry. For all the things I've lost. For all the things I never had, for all the things I can forget about ever having. I missed out on life, love, family and friendships because of this. But this is only part of it. Maybe knowing now, what I didn't know then will mean I get a second chance to do things over. I'm afraid of running out of time, like I have with so many hopes and dreams. Maybe something good can come from this. Maybe.