Part 6: Fibromyalgia

2017. My fibromyalgia diagnosis was a surprise to me. It was also the last straw.

I started seeing a therapist, whom I quickly realized was costing me $100 an hour!! Yeah, after insurance. That is

NOT sustainable. Though, Bless my Husband, he said it was worth it if it helped me. It made me feel worse because there was no way we could afford that. They wanted to put me on medications again, NOT going to happen.

I went into a full blown, I-can't-leave-my-bed mode. We started homeschooling the kids at this point, for many reasons. One being my health and that when I would get a cold they would bring home, it was worse for me. My kids, bless their hearts, would feed themselves and do most of their school work and take care of me. It was a horrible time, for all of us. I felt so stuck, so helpless, so worthless, so ready to be done with it all.

My joint pain, my muscle pain, my body aches, my extreme fatigue, my mental anguish... not many could understand. I was homebound yet again, only worse than ever.

Something needed to happen, I needed HOPE.