Flare & Flourish

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...

  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 ...