The really fantastic thing about physical pain & disability is that you find out who your real friends are real fast & how to prioritize.
Will the world end if you don’t vacuum? No. Is the person who only seems to enjoy talking to you when you’re “on” someone you’d call when you’ve fallen & can’t get up? No.
You find out who is your friend & who is your therapy client. Your audience. You find out that certain people are more grown up than you gave them credit for, & some far less.
You realize you’ve been pushing someone away because you didn’t understand what they were offering. You resolve to accept it now. You learn that Doritos are not food. You learn to talk in plain English. You exasperate of games. And, as Kurt Schlichter might say, your tolerance for morons wears ever thinner.
You admit that even the smallest help is help.
You concentrate on the people who really matter.
You remember you have a body, & to accept that “mind over matter” is mostly a figure of speech.
You learn to say to no. You give yourself permission to ignore people who want too much of your energy.
You figure out what love actually is. It demands nothing but gives selflessly. There’s more than that, but that’s the first way to recognize it. And love sustains. It does not merely maintain.
Thank you, Lord, for teaching me to use fibromyalgia for good. I wouldn’t have sorted that out on my own.