This is the post about fibromyalgia and chronic pain (and depression and PTSD) that I wish I had written! It’s a marvelous description of the tricky balancing act we spoonies go through as we struggle with acceptance of our condition(s) and refusing to let said condition(s) rule our lives and define who we are. A fantabulous read!
“Fibromyalgia is kind of like my logical nature, there’s no point wishing I was different regarding either!” So went my thoughts one day, that landed me in a long reverie about what it meant to me that I had absorbed my diagnosis like so. I had written before about what acceptance meant to me on a practical level. But now I wondered, what does acceptance, as a philosophy, mean to those of us with a chronic illness?
I think of acceptanceas lying on a continuum between denial and resignation:
In a nutshell: The chronic illness does not tell me who I am or what I can do!
On one end, there is extreme denialthat a chronic illness even exists. Often, this results in massive overexertion, leading to increased pain and fatigue…
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