Dear lovely fibromyalgia-enhanced body,
You are so resilient, and strong, and true. If I listen, you tell me where the boundaries are, and if I respect them, you bounce back from the flares.
It’s hard for me to remember this, because sometimes the boundaries are impossible. Emotional edges that I can’t control.
‘Ease up on the stress, I’m on the edge of a cliff,’ you say. But I can’t. So I don’t. And we crash. Two months of this flare, chickadee!
I forget that you do tell the truth.
And then today, a physical boundary. ‘No more stairs!’ you say. And I spend the rest of the day in the room, and the pain eases up. You told me what you needed and when I listened, it was okay.
There is so much about trust and care in this.
All the boundaries I haven’t been able to respect, to control, make it seem blurry. But it isn’t blurry. It’s just complicated, and that’s not your fault.
Today was good. Even the pain. Maybe especially the pain, because it allowed the communication.
Good job, us.