Dear Mr. Fibro,
You do not even know me! If you did, you would know to call before you came over during this time of year or any time of year. But, no! And when you arrive, you do not even have the decency to gently use your knuckles to knock on the door. Nope, not you. You Mr. Fibro barge in like a bandit hiding out from your last victim.
I am no fool Mr. Fibro, we are not friends. You are more like an unwanted houseguest who arrives with bags on both sides ready to settle in without an exit plan or even permission to stay.
So here is the deal. You do not get the best room in the house or the center of my attention. Rather a back room will be your place of residency until you deem it time to disappear. And even though I know you will fight for the center of my attention, you need to know up front, you will be more like a pot on the back burner of the stove. Also, let me make one thing clear, you were not nor are you invited or welcomed into my space, okay maybe that is two things, no big deal, my letter, and my rules.
Furthermore, this I know to be true. For me to be good to me, I need to be good to you. I will be kind and gentle and even turn the other cheek but not without first bringing up my hand as a reminder of who is in charge and it aint you!
The heater will be a blazing, movement will happen and you may not be comfortable because making you feel good is not my job. I will take care of myself first so I can take care of others, and you are not on that list of others. You are not a friend, what would I call you?
Maybe after all these years I would call you teacher, of course not one I was looking for. You just arrived one day without warning and started taking over my body and sometimes my brain. You
taught me patients, perseverance and believe it or not peace. Peace in the middle of my pain. You taught me to fold into my faith a faith that promises that all things will work out for the good.
See Mr. Fibro, not everyone you try to take out will allow you to win. There is a group of us out here in the world with hearts bigger than your business. We band together, we remind one another of what matters most. We hold space to laugh, giggle, cry and just be. Those actions diminish your powers, the powers you use to try to make us small and unworthy. We are enough just the way we are.
We are the brave, bold, beautiful warriors who use words to lift each other up instead of tear one another down, which appears to be part of your plan. We are warriors who are not willing to give up or give into just because we hurt. We choose love the opposite of your plan even in our pain.
So, take that Mr. Fibro, you truly are what my definition of an F word would be, something offensive and abusive. You are foul and we are free, maybe not always from the outside in but from the inside out and you cannot take that away.
Today I am thankful for my Fibro family and those who get this invisible condition, remember if you are reading this you are not alone. Mr. Fibro you do not own us! Just F---- It! We are free….