Back to December: More Like Back to Bed
Taylor Swift’s Back to December is a heart-wrenching song about regret, nostalgia, and wishing you could rewrite the past. For me, living with fibromyalgia, the song takes on a whole new meaning: some days, it’s not about revisiting a relationship — it’s about wishing I could go back to bed… and stay there.
Fibro mornings are unpredictable. Some days, my body rebels so strongly that getting out of bed feels impossible. I lie there, staring at the ceiling, remembering all the things I should be doing. Laundry, emails, coffee with a friend — everything seems far away, like it belongs to another life. And all I can think is: “Back to bed. Back to safety. Back to warmth.”
There’s a strange mix of guilt and comfort here. Society tells you to “power through” and “push yourself,” but my body doesn’t respond to societal pressure. Instead, it whispers (or shouts), “Back to bed.” And honestly, sometimes I obey, with a kind of tender resignation. Because resting isn’t giving up — it’s surviving.
And yes, I can laugh at the irony. While Taylor mourns lost love in December, I mourn my lost energy in September. My relationship with my bed and blankets is like a lifelong romance — soft, forgiving, and always waiting. Some days, that’s exactly what I need: to honor my body’s limits without shame.
Listening to Back to December, I imagine Taylor understanding that kind of longing, even if it’s not romantic. There’s beauty in acknowledging what we can’t do, and there’s grace in letting ourselves rest. Fibromyalgia may force me back to bed more than I’d like, but it also teaches me to slow down, cherish small comforts, and find humor in my own struggles.
So yes, for me, Back to December isn’t about heartbreak. It’s about soft blankets, self-compassion, and remembering that sometimes the best thing we can do is give ourselves permission to return… back to bed
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