When we are first diagnosed with Fibromyalgia we go though a period of grief. First we deny it. This can’t be happening to me. Why is it happening to me?
Next we go through anger. Again why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?
Then there is depression where we get to the point that we don’t care anymore. People don’t believe us anyway. It is an invisible illness and people tend to think we are lazy. We get this reaction even from our loved ones.
And finally acceptance. We get to the point that we have to accept it for what it is. We might not be able to do the things we used to do including working, cleaning, childrearing, etc.
I have finally made it to acceptance, but my family hasn’t. They don’t feel that I am trying. That I have given up. Maybe giving up is the same as acceptance. I have lost hope that things might change and the Fibromyalgia will just go away. Right now I have to accept that some days will be much worse than others.
Teresa (Tessa) Dean Smeigh
-Advocate For Mental And Invisible Illnesses
-Author Of Articles, Stories And Poems