You may or may not know it, ladies and gents, but today (well, recent yesterday – May 12th) is Fibromyalgia Awareness Day. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about what I’d write here on this day, and how many times I decided not to because of people like this (and the ensuing commenters) that made me feel embarrassed and ashamed for who I am. For doubting myself, and what I know about my body. I even contemplated skipping it this year, because in reality I’m the first person who’d like to say that nope, nothing is wrong with me, not a gosh darned thing. I fight myself on a regular basis to believe that everything is normal. Alas. Things happen, symptoms flare up, and I can’t deny it. I’ve broken down in tears already twice today, and a few more times in the past week in sheer frustration with my body. In attempting to look for a brighter side, I’ve decided to take it as a sign that I shouldn’t keep my mouth shut today. So, I’m going to say it.
My body is a drama queen: I have fibromyalgia.