Life with Fibromyalgia

You can't see it, but its there.

My body flares with rage.

My thoughts start to race, like sixteen lane highway but everyone is going one way.

Numbness and tingling is what I feel in my legs and hands.

You ask, when does it end?

The doctors say it has only begun.

You search for answers from only one man.

From thirteen to twenty three, you have only learned one thing...

Chronic illness is forever. and you are doing the best you can.