It happens like a cliche, slowly and then all at once. But no blithe sayings could prepare Josh for the downward spiral into exhaustion and pain. His body is giving up on him and each day comes with new aches he didn't even know were possible. And he's just so tired. Touring, playing music, used to be his refuge. Now it's just making him worse. Josh has fibromyalgia, he just doesn't know it yet. (This story is about 2/3 written and I will be uploading the chapters as I re-spelling and grammar check them. Cross-posted to Archive of our Own)