Tuesday, April 26, 2016

FibroMYalgia

For the past three years or so (and probably unofficially much longer than that), I have been dealing with fibromyalgia. I know that some say that this is a “fake” diagnosis or “something the doctors say when they have no idea,” but one thing I do know is that the pain and fatigue are real. I hurt. A lot. However, I have learned a few things over the past few years that have helped ME. I emphasize ME because it might not help someone else, but I thought I would share anyway. This is MY lessons of fibroMYalgia, but I hope that it can help someone too.

Let’s start with the biggest lesson that I’ve learned.

Lesson #1: It’s ok to say “no.” For many years, I have pushed myself to the limits of doing anything and everything. I was balancing work, graduate school, youth group, other clubs, and a social life. I would stay at church activities until 11pm every Friday, go on trips, and volunteer all over the place. I felt great and I was extremely happy. However, it started to take a toll on me- I was getting tired. Not just any tired, but an unhealthy tired.  And what seemed like suddenly (and after much prayer), I had a “peace” that it was ok to say “no.” I “retired” from youth group and I started to slow down a lot in my life. That’s not to say that I don’t miss those teens terribly, but I know that decision was for the best. Had I not slowed down, I can only begin to imagine what my life would be like. My pain would only be exacerbated and my exhaustion beyond limits. I’m sure there are a lot of people, including my friends, who don’t understand why I no longer go out, but saying “no” to a lot of things meant saying “yes” to what I needed.

The secondary, but more important, lesson that I learned in saying “no” is that a lot of my identity was wrapped up in what I did. Now that I’m not “doing” I’m “being” and that was been such a rewarding (but extremely difficult) experience. I gradually had to reshape my identity. Try it some time. Just be. Don’t do.

And that leads me to my next lesson…

Lesson #2: It’s ok to rest. And I rest a lot. Most of my weekends are spent napping or doing graduate work while lying in bed. I rarely go out and I’m becoming an expert at taking the “after work nap.” I need to rest after work or else I can’t make it until bedtime. I have learned so much about the importance of sleep hygiene over the past few years and I highly recommend you check it out too. Fibro fighter or not- we all need to rest.

And maybe we don’t rest, because our society tells us not to do it, but I’ve learned something else…

Lesson #3: It’s ok to not be ok. At the end of the day, I have to know that it’s ok that I’m in pain sometimes. What I mean is that I don’t need to be upset with myself for not being ok. All I can do is make me the “best ok” that I can be. At night I wrap myself up in a heated blanket to take away the pain. I drive with my heated seats on in my car even when it’s warm out. I do a mindfulness practice to refocus my nerves. I do a lot to help me feel ok every day. However, as much as my physical well-being is important, so it my mental health. I need to know that I don’t need to always be “great” or even “ok.”  And I go back to the first two lessons- it’s ok if I need to say “no” and if I need to rest. Accepting my new reality meant accepting that some things would have to change- and please don’t think that change is always a negative thing!  I spent about the first year after my diagnosis feeling guilty. Why? Because in my mind, I told myself that I was “better than this” and that “other people needed me.” In reality, I was letting pride get in the way and it wasn’t helping me be any more “ok” than I was.

I’m not sure why I felt the need to share this tonight, but I did. I felt like maybe someone (and it’s very likely that someone was me) needed to read it.

And aren’t these lessons applicable to all of us in a lot of situations? Say no. Rest. Be not ok.

Be you.


That’s what I have learned from my FibroMYalgia.

And as a side note, a verse that has truly helped is Psalm 46:10... 

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