Archive for January, 2017

We Really Have it All

I take comfort in babysitting the sick. Having fibromyalgia I’m constantly reminded that people with normal energy can’t understand my lack of ability. For a moment the healthy person is understanding. I know that in a week they will have forgotten their dizzy spell of empathy and be back to un-understanding sympathy.  I also am not lost for empathy myself. I would truly rather be pushing myself and hurting than seeing a loved one sick. When my loved one is sick I can actually keep up with them. They get a taste of my life that’s full of pain and frustration. I however get good at the little things. There are many skills you can develop when you are lacking energy. Ways to entertain yourself, looking for patters, maybe doing research. 


I don’t wish fibromyalgia on anyone. I hope mine gets cured. 

The Truth

The truth is I’m too scared to share my writing. I’m scared about being judged by friends and family. Part of me wishes I had no friends or family so I could post what I want. I mean I can but then I feel the need to edit out the sexy bits and all is lost. I don’t know what I wanna be when I grow up but I do wanna write. So let’s see if I can start baby-steps and then eventually get a book done. I have the book I’m just too scared to put it together.