The Most Real Disease I Have Experienced – My Fibromyalgia Journey of Pain, Anguish, and Rediscovery
Hi. I have never posted on this platform before.
But today, an extreme anguish and discontent took over me, and I decided to
write it all down. Not for likes, not for attention, but because it’s time to
let it out. What I have been living with is invisible to most, yet it shapes
every second of my life. It’s fibromyalgia. And it is the most real disease I have ever
experienced.
I never thought I’d be one of those people who
“had something chronic.” Growing up, I was active, sharp-minded, always on the
move. But then everything started to change. What began as a few aches turned into
full-body pain. What was once tiredness became relentless fatigue. I went from
laughing with friends to canceling plans, from hitting deadlines to forgetting
appointments, from walking freely to barely making it out of bed some mornings.
Something was wrong. And the worst part? No one else could see it.
The
Day It Became Too Much
Today was one of those days where the pain
pressed down like a thousand invisible hands. My muscles throbbed. My head felt
stuffed with cotton. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. I stared at my ceiling
for hours, trying to summon the strength to get up. My body said no. My mind
screamed yes. And I broke down.
This is what fibromyalgia
looks like behind closed doors. It’s the tears that fall when no one’s
watching. It’s the guilt that follows missed work, missed birthdays, missed
life. It’s the isolation of knowing that even those closest to you don’t really
get it. You look fine, so you must be fine. But inside, your body is staging a
war.
The
Long Road to a Name
For years, I didn’t even know what to call it. I
visited doctors, did tests, received blank stares and phrases like “maybe it’s
stress,” or “your bloodwork looks good.” But nothing about me felt good. And
not having a name for the torment only deepened the pain. I began questioning
my sanity. Was I weak? Lazy? Making it up?
Eventually, one doctor sat across from me and
said the word: fibromyalgia. That one word, that diagnosis, changed everything and nothing all at once. It was
relief to have a name. But it was also the beginning of an entirely different
battle—one of proving to others that my illness was real.
Symptoms That Steal Without Warning
The thing about fibromyalgia
is that it’s a shape-shifter. One day it’s nerve pain. The next day it’s
stiffness, then crushing fatigue, then migraines, then restless sleep. There’s
no warning, no rhythm. It shows up how it wants, when it wants. Some days, even
brushing my hair feels like a marathon. Some nights, no position in bed brings
comfort.
There are the sensory issues too. Loud sounds,
bright lights, scratchy fabrics—things that used to go unnoticed suddenly feel
like attacks on my body. My body has become a living contradiction: exhausted
but wired, hurting but numb, awake but unable to focus.
The
Psychological Weight
But the worst part isn’t the physical pain. It’s
the disbelief. The invalidation. The gaslighting. From others. From doctors.
From society. It’s the shame of not being productive. The fear of being seen as
unreliable. The frustration of constantly explaining something you wish you
didn’t have to justify.
It’s seeing your social circle shrink because
you cancel too often. It’s sitting in a room full of people and feeling like
you’re made of glass—fragile, breakable, see-through. It’s doubting yourself
because the world doubts you.
Fighting
for Small Wins
Despite all of this, I fight. Every day. I fight
to find rhythm in a life that no longer has one. I celebrate the small wins. A
morning without pain. An hour of mental clarity. A task completed without
collapse.
I’ve learned how to pace myself. How to listen
to my body, even when I hate what it’s telling me. I’ve changed how I eat, how
I move, how I sleep. I’ve had to become a detective of my own symptoms and triggers. I’ve tried medications, therapies, supplements, yoga, meditation, and everything in between.
Some things help. Some don’t. But I keep trying.
Because giving up is not an option.
Redefining
My Life on My Terms
Fibromyalgia has changed me. It has taken things from me—time, energy, freedom—but
it’s also forced me to slow down and see what truly matters. I’ve become more
compassionate. I’ve become a better listener. I’ve learned to protect my energy
and prioritize self-care, not as luxury but as survival.
I’m still angry some days. Still grieving the
person I was. But I’m also discovering the person I’m becoming. Someone who is
strong not because they don’t feel pain, but because they show up anyway.
Someone who understands resilience because it’s etched into every muscle fiber.
Frequently
Asked Questions About Living with Fibromyalgia
What does fibromyalgia feel like on a daily basis
It feels like a constant flu combined with deep muscle aches, fatigue, and
mental fog. It changes from day to day, sometimes hour to hour.
How is fibromyalgia diagnosed
It’s typically diagnosed after other conditions are ruled out. It’s based on symptoms, medical history, and clinical criteria involving
widespread pain.
Is fibromyalgia all in your head
No. It is a legitimate neurological condition recognized by major health organizations. The pain and symptoms are very real.
What triggers fibromyalgia flare-ups
Stress, poor sleep, overexertion, diet, hormonal changes, weather shifts, and
sensory overload can all contribute to flares.
Can fibromyalgia be cured
There is no cure, but symptoms can be managed through lifestyle changes, therapy, medications, and supportive care.
How do you explain fibromyalgia to others
I describe it as a malfunctioning pain system. My nerves react as though I’m
injured, even when I’m not. It’s like my body is constantly on high alert.
Conclusion:
From Silence to Strength
I never thought I’d write this. I never thought
I’d share the depths of what this disease has done to me. But today, I needed
to. Not just for myself, but for anyone else feeling invisible. Fibromyalgia is
the most real disease I’ve ever experienced—not because you can see it, but
because it changes everything.
I am still here. Still showing up. Still trying.
If that’s where you are too, know that you’re not alone. Know that your pain is
valid. And know that your story, like mine, matters. Even on the worst days,
there is still something worth fighting for. And that’s what I choose to do.
Every single day.
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