Fibromyalgia has been kicking my butt lately. In addition to feeling sick and being in pain all the time, I'm isolated. I'd be alone most of the time anyway, but moving to a new town and being so sick away from what's familiar has me feeling down. It's extremely important to have friends who's couches I can go lay all over and cry about being sick and vice versa, and I don't yet have that here. Damn you slow and torturous time (raises fist to the sky)!
This illness is so unfair. As are all illnesses, I guess. People keep telling me, "At least it's not fatal," and I get that. It isn't fatal. It's an endless amount of time being in pain and never getting better or dying. There aren't medicines for it, doctors have called me crazy and insinuated it's in my head, Getting disability is very hard because I "might" get better. I can barely leave my house right now. Not having a break from the pain for months is giving me major anxiety.
In spite of all of this, I have mostly been hopeful. It's just been this past week while I've been barely functioning. The easel and the bright colors called to me and I'm starting a new project! If only I weren't too sick to work on it.
In conclusion: f u fibro. Maybe I'll make a patch.