The evil demon Fibromyalgia
Today the demon has wrapped my legs in invisible barbed wire. I can feel each barb as they tear into me.
The agony makes me want to curl up in bed and cry. There is too much I have to do. Dress, bathe, write
I took pain pills this morning and more at home a long with other medicines to try and hold the demon at bay. I am not on opioids yet for which I am grateful. Thinking about opioids depresses me. It will mean days spent in front of a toilet fighting to hold things down. It will mean being judged as an addict and punished for my pain.
I am exhausted from the pain. From the fog that keeps me from being able to think straight and insomnia that keeps me awake at night. Living with the demon has taken its toll on my mind and body. Somedays I wish I was dead it gets so bad.
I am afraid. I am afraid tomorrow will be the day I can’t get out of bed. That tomorrow I will end up using a cane or worse a wheelchair. I’m afraid that one day the demon will win I am always afraid
