I use to mourn the old me, the pre-fibro me. Pre-Fibro I was educated, a wife, a mother, a woman with a professional career. Then Fibro hit. Suddenly I was a divorced woman fighting for disability pension. Then one day my smiling, then young, children pointed out what they saw as the good things about Fibromyalgia. My children informed me that since developing FM, I was a stay at home mom. Didn't matter if I had after lunch sandwiches and healthy snacks sitting on the kitchen table when they walked through the door. What mattered to them was that I was home and usually the first thing they saw when they walked through the door. My children let me know that I was the smartest person they knew. I could help them with their homework and taught them how to "think outside the box". My children still saw me as a professional woman because I had co-founded a nonprofit organization to help others with Fibromyalgia. Finally, my children thanked me for setting myself free, and thus them, from an abusive marriage that was set on the direction to killing me.
I use to mourn the pre-Fibro me until I realized that Fibromyalgia had set me free to define the me I wanted to be.
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