Illnesses stop us in our tracks and call time on the old ways of being that no longer fit who we are. Often, they are an invitation to look deep into the corners of our life and do some real work…the kind of work that brings us into love and acceptance of who we really are, beyond the stories and expectations that get overlayered by our crazy and demanding lives. Often, there is an opportunity to be found in our own disarray and, once we find it there, it doesn’t stop giving…not ever, for the rest of our lives.
One thing I've learned to be aware of - sometimes the hard way - on the fibromyalgia journey is the full implication of anything I take as so-called medication. Long gone are the days of taking whatever the doctor throws at me without question and I seldom even go to see mine, preferring to treat … Continue reading Know what you’re taking