Back in my day, in my 40s I find myself reminiscing about the past. When I was first diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, it was in the 90’s. I remember being so happy that I finally had a diagnoses, and that I needed psychological care. Invisible Illness as a teenager was a struggle. Lots of judgements (unfortunately, that judgement never goes away).

There wasn’t a spoon theory when I was teenager/young adult. People wouldn’t understand how I was active one day and then in bed for weeks after. To be honest, I didn’t understand either. It was frustrating. Now that I understand more what fibro is, this makes perfect sense. I would overdo it on a good day then have a flare up.

Books and Movies became a way of escape because I was on the couch and in bed so much. I discovered British Literature. Listening to Books on Tape from the local library. Jane Eyre, Dracula, Emma, Dear American, History, and the list goes on. I would comfort watch Sense and Sensibility over and over again. Love how books can take you on adventures when you can’t leave your house. Different places. Different times.

I am trying thankful there are more resources and support. Lots of new research about Fibromyalgia. I’m still in my book era too. 💓📚