Nurtured Words

Hello fibro,

Gosh, you really did make me freeze in time. It seemed like it was all I could do. Be still. In each and every moment. We are well-known to one another, similar social circles. Long enough to share a few secrets.

You arrived into my life at the wrong time, just when I’d had enough of being stuck in the house in 2020 and had high hopes for university being a breeze. You burst your way in. I couldn’t move without pain. I couldn’t do anything without fatigue, or because of it. You were a terror in my sleep. And so much more. There was no sense of freedom, only freezing because I didn’t know what I could do.

Yet here we are. I now walk, I now breathe, and study, and volunteer. I no longer dread your arrival at the party. I don’t try to avoid you. You come and I adapt.

Thank you for that, teaching me to adapt. The pacing, the activity levels, and the art of rest. Oh how I miss the rest! I have lost that right now you see, I wish to remember how we did that, but amnesia flew me away. You taught me that everyone has a limit, but that limit does not mean I’m defunct or diminished, or deficient, you remind me I’m human. Knowing you doesn’t make me less worthy of life. You can certainly derail my plans but I always know of your arrival, I see how everyone else behaves. But you are welcome, because you are a warning I need rest.

See you around, Leanne x