Endless, Endless, Endless

The pain is truly Endless...and even though none of us wants it, those of us with Fibromyalgia live with it Endlessly.  Every day I wish that I could have freedom from pain...but it is Endless.  My friends and family hear of it, bear with me, support me, but, I'm sure, tire of it, Endlessly.  I feel locked behind a closed door, Endlessly entombed, eternally doomed, Endlessly reminded...of pain.  My prayer is for the end of pain for all of us who suffer...Endlessly. 

My name is Holly, and I live with Fibromyalgia.  I was diagnosed in 1997 after wondering "forever" why I was always "sick."  The constant pain, fatigue, brain fog...I was too young for that!  But now, eleven years later, at least I understand what it's all about, and how to best deal with it.  I have been to countless doctors, as I know thousands of others have, and my knowledge and understanding makes it livable.  I try to educate others, including my doctors, to this terrible disease, and to support my fellow sufferers.  I hope some day there will be a cure for Fibromyalgia...but until then, let's celebrate what is NOT wrong with us!