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Living with Fibromyalgia and Mental Health: A Daily Struggle

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Living with fibromyalgia and mental health challenges feels like an ongoing battle. It’s as though I’ve lost the person I used to be, looking in the mirror and not recognizing myself anymore. The constant, unrelenting pain has a way of stripping away the familiar parts of you. It doesn’t get easier—each day brings its own hurdles—but somehow, you learn to live with the daily struggles. You adjust, you adapt, and you push forward, even when it feels impossible. And just when you think you’ve managed to carry the weight of your body’s betrayal, your mental health takes over. It sneaks in quietly but lands so heavily. The sadness, the frustration, the feelings of inadequacy—they all take their toll. Yet, here I am, sharing this with you. Because even in this struggle, I’ve found strength—not always the kind you see, but the kind that keeps you going. And I hope, by sharing my story, someone out there feels a little less alone. We’re in this together. Follow me on twitter for updates  ...
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My Body Still Has Trust Issues, But We’re Working On It

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One Year and a Half on LDN: My Honest Review If you had told me a few years ago that I would be writing a positive update about my Fibromyalgia journey, I probably would have laughed... and then needed a nap afterward. Living with Fibromyalgia is a bit like being in a long-term relationship with an unpredictable roommate. Some days it lets you function like a normal human being, and other days it steals your energy, hides your keys, and leaves your body feeling like it has run a marathon you never signed up for. But today, I want to talk about something that has genuinely made a difference in my life: LDN (Low Dose Naltrexone). I have now been taking LDN for a year and a half, alongside several other treatments. People often ask if I get tired of all the medications, appointments, and routines. Honestly? Not really. If something helps me live a better quality of life, then I'm grateful for it. It isn't about how many treatments I take; it's about finding what works for my b...
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Scared of Letting People In

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Scared Of Loving  Living with fibromyalgia doesn’t just live in my body—it lives in my mind, my heart, and the way I move through the world. It changes a person. It changed me. I’ve always been an introvert, but chronic pain added another layer of caution. Meeting new people now feels heavy. Making friends has never been easy, because I don’t open up to strangers unless I feel safe, unless something in my spirit says this person won’t hurt me. That instinct wasn’t born out of shyness—it was born out of experience. I was stabbed too many times in the back by people I once called friends. Not physically, but emotionally, deeply. They were the kind of friends who stayed only when it benefited them. When my pain was inconvenient, when my energy was low, when my idea of a good day didn’t involve what they found exciting, I became “boring” to them. So I walked away. Years ago, I cut them out of my life—not out of anger, but out of self-preservation. Still, the questions linger. Am I a bo...
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Not a Before and After, But a Becoming

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  My Body Keeps The Score, but I'm Learning To Rewrite The Story I'll be honest with you the last few months have felt like a quiet kind of storm. Not the loud crashing kind, but the kind that lingers. The kind that settles into your bones and makes everything feel heavier than it should. My health hasn't been okay especially when it comes to something that's meant to be simple like eating..Somehow something so small has started to feel like climbing a mountain with no view at the top. Heavy.Complicated.Exhausting. I saw my specialist and her words didn't land softly..My weight has dropped too quickly, if it drops more I'll be underweight and that thought sits strangely in my chest, because that was never something I thought I'd have to fear. It's confusing. It feels like I could sit completely still, and somehow pieces of me still disappear. The scale has become something I avoid, but also something I can't ignore. Because I need to check even when ...
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Be Your Own Team

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 You Always Have Been Some days… the hardest place to exist isn’t even in the outside world. It’s inside your own mind. Because when your body is already struggling, already tired, already in pain… the last thing you need is a voice in your head saying: “Why can’t you just be normal?” “Why are you like this?” “Why can’t you just push through?” And yet… that’s often the voice we hear the loudest. I’ve had those days. Days where my body feels like it’s working against me… Days where even the smallest things feel heavy… Days where I look at other people living their lives so freely and think, “Why is everything so hard for me?” And in those moments, it’s so easy to turn against yourself. To become your own critic. Your own pressure. Your own disappointment. But lately… I’ve been trying something softer. Something different. Instead of fighting myself, I’m learning to stand  with  myself. What if, instead of tearing yourself down… you spoke to yourself like someone you love? ...
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If Fibromyalgia Was a Movie

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                                                  Version of My Life If fibromyalgia were a movie, it wouldn’t politely introduce itself. It would kick the door open, steal the spotlight, and say, “Hi. I live here now.” The genre would be impossible to pin down. Part comedy, part drama, part psychological thriller, with moments that feel like a low-budget horror film filmed entirely inside my nervous system. Every day starts the same way. Not with motivation. Not with affirmations. With a body scan. I lie there thinking: “Okay… what hurts today?” Neck? Back? Legs that feel like they ran a marathon while I slept? There’s suspense. There’s tension. There is absolutely no plot consistency. Fibromyalgia would be the villain you never see clearly. One day she’s quiet enough to make me believe I’m fine. The next day she flips the script and reminds me she’s still in cha...
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How I Learned to Bloom in the Dark

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                                                                     Something In The Orange There’s something in the orange sky that tells me everything will be fine. Zach Bryan sings it, and somehow it lands right in my chest — like a quiet promise whispered between heartbeats. If you know me personally, you already know this: you almost never see me in daylight. I’ve been called many things. “Are you human?” “Are you a vampire?” “We only see you when the sun sets.” And honestly? I laugh. Because sometimes humour is easier than explaining nervous systems, autoimmune flares, and sensory overload. So let me tell you a secret. My brain doesn’t work like a healthy person’s. Light hurts. Noise overwhelms. Smells linger too long. Sight feels sharp. When I step into the sun, my eyes feel like they’re filled with tiny sh...
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Falling Didn’t End Me

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  It Rewrote Me There was a time when that sentence felt impossible. Years ago, while I was studying teaching, my neurologist told me something that changed everything. The tests came back showing water cysts throughout my brain. Suddenly, there was an explanation for why information wouldn’t stay, why studying felt like trying to hold water in my hands. And just like that, I was told I might have to give up my studies. I only had two years left. It felt like the world was swept out from under me, and I just kept falling—no ground, no certainty, no plan. When something you’ve worked toward for so long disappears, it’s not just a degree you lose. It’s identity. Direction. Hope. But in the middle of that loss, something unexpected happened. A wonderful friend saw something in me that I couldn’t see in myself anymore. My friend told me I should become a psychologist. At first, it sounded almost ironic—after endless blood tests, scans, appointments, and learning the language of illness...
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