Do you remember the day of diagnosis - How did you feel? This is called Friends I have never met.
I still have that piece of paper
With its scribbled word Fibromyalgia
It’s tucked away now crumpled with dried tears
Tears of frustration or grief or relief
I really don’t know.
So many years of not knowing the how or why
I felt so ill.
So what of now
Well from that lonely day of diagnosis
When sent away with the words
Be positive how could I be positive
I knew nothing, knew nobody afflicted with the same illness.
I looked around me the sun was shining
How could it shine today of all days did it not know
I watched the world go about its business
It seemed in slow motion
Oblivious to me and my tears
I watched people wander by and it struck me
They too had their trials and tribulations and may or may not
Have an invisible illness
I felt abandoned until
One day I discovered an on line world filled of people like me
Names, no faces but characters all the same
With kindly words of advice and support
Friendly banter for the good and not so good days
And suddenly I feel alive, understood, appreciated
For I am one of many in a global fibro family.