The Prophecy Of a Fibromyalgia Warrior

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The Prophecy (And Apparently I’m the Plot Twist)



feat. chronic illness, questionable coding, and my ongoing feud with destiny



“The Prophecy” feels like Taylor Swift took my internal monologue, shook it like a snow globe, added violins and trauma sparkles, and called it a song.



You know that feeling when life seems convinced you were destined for greatness, but your body’s like,

“Lol no — here’s another plot glitch”?

Yeah. That’s… basically my whole character arc.



Welcome to my prophecy:

The universe says I’m chosen. My joints say I’m expired.



 The Chosen One (But With Lag)



Taylor sings about waiting for something magical to finally happen.

Me? I’m waiting for my body to load.



Like:



“Your destiny awaits!”

Okay cool, but my legs say the WiFi is weak and my spine needs to buffer for 23–48 business hours.



There’s this myth that some of us were made for big things.

Meanwhile, my chronic illness is like,

“Actually, your big thing today is standing up without seeing stars.”



Honestly, if I’m chosen for anything, it’s probably being the final boss in someone else’s anxiety dream.

 

The Shiny Bugs of Destiny



If Taylor’s prophecy is about fate ignoring her calls, mine is about fate leaving me on “read.”



And in the meantime?

My body keeps generating shiny, slightly chaotic glitches:

The random calf cramp that appears like a surprise mini-boss.

My immune system doing jazz hands instead of its job.

That thing where I stand up too fast and the world becomes a sepia filter? An aesthetic choice, I guess.

My joints cracking like an ancient temple that definitely contains cursed treasure.



Each bug is annoying, yes —

but also kinda iconic?



Easter Eggs From the Universe



Even in the chaos, there are small, magical moments that feel like the universe dropping hints:



A perfect line from Taylor just when I’m convinced I’m not built for this timeline.

A moment of painlessness so shocking I check the expiration date on reality.

A friend sending a meme that feels spiritually accurate.

Warm tea that tastes like maybe the prophecy is real and I’m just early-access.



These little Easter eggs remind me I’m not failing the quest —

I’m just navigating it with low stamina and high emotional intelligence.



Plot Twists (Sponsored by My Nervous System)



Every time I think I’ve figured out my story, my body’s like:

“Surprise! Side quest!”



Sometimes I wake up feeling like the universe selected me for greatness.

Sometimes I wake up feeling like the universe selected me for beta testing a malfunctioning skeleton.



Sometimes I’m like, “Maybe my prophecy is coming true!”

And other days, the only prophecy I fulfill is needing a nap at 10:17 AM.



Taylor asks when the miracle’s supposed to arrive.

Honestly?

Probably after my next nap.

Maybe.


Main Character Energy 



Despite everything, I’m still the lead in this mythic mess:

I’ve mastered spells like Heating Pad Summoning and Medication Timing.

I wield sarcasm like an enchanted sword.

I’ve become fluent in chronic-illness foreshadowing.

I still show up, even when my emotional HP is at 4%.



And maybe that’s the real prophecy:



Not the grand destiny.

Not the miracle moment.

Just the quiet, stubborn magic of continuing the quest even when your armor is patched with duct tape and vibes.



 I’m Still Here



I might be tired.

I might hurt.

I might feel like a medieval scroll someone spilled coffee on.



But every day I get up —

glitchy, glittery, unprepared, and determined.



Which means I might be the prophecy.



Not because life is easy,

but because I’m still playing the game.



So if you ever feel like destiny forgot to send your upgrade:

Don’t worry.



We’re not broken characters.



We’re just rare ones.

Limited edition.

Mythical with a few shiny bugs.



And honestly?

That’s way cooler.



Now excuse me —

my knee (Sir Crackalot) has a riddle for me,

and I need to go find my heating pad (Lady Warmington).

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