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16/11/2025

“Please Don’t Leave Because I Cancel Again”

Diary Entry — 11:58 PM

I canceled another plan tonight.

I stared at the message for twenty minutes, typing and deleting, typing and deleting:
“Hey, I’m not feeling well… again. I’m so sorry.”

I could feel the disappointment through the screen.

I want to show up.
I want to be dependable.
I want to be the friend people can count on.

But fibromyalgia has turned me into someone unreliable.
Not because I don’t care —
but because my body doesn’t care about my intentions, my excitement, or my promises.

And the worst part?
I’m scared people will stop asking.
Stop inviting.
Stop waiting for me.

I’m so tired of disappointing people.
I’m so tired of feeling like a burden.
I’m so tired of apologizing for pain I didn’t choose.

Tonight I just wish someone would say,
“It’s okay. I understand. I’m not going anywhere.”

16/11/2025

“The Loneliest Kind of Tired”

Diary Entry — 3:12 AM

There’s a kind of tired that sleep can’t fix.
A kind of exhaustion that lives in my bones, in my muscles, in the spaces behind my eyes.

Tonight I’m tired in a way that feels like grief.

I miss the woman who didn’t have to plan her entire day around pain.
I miss the body I used to live in.
I miss the simple things — walking fast, staying up late, feeling light inside my skin.

Fibromyalgia isn’t just pain.
It’s loss.
The kind of loss you experience over and over again, every single day.

And the world doesn’t see it.
No one understands how it feels to mourn yourself while you’re still alive.

I’m exhausted.
Not just physically — emotionally, soul-deep exhausted.

But I’ll wake up tomorrow and try again.
Because that’s what chronic illness warriors do.

16/11/2025

“When the Pain Won Tonight”

Diary Entry — 1:47 AM

Tonight the pain swallowed me whole.

My legs throb.
My back burns.
Every breath feels like lifting stones.

I tried everything—heat pad, stretching, pacing the floor, crying into my pillow.
Nothing worked. Nothing touched it.

And I hate this.
I hate that my body decides my life.
I hate that I have to cancel tomorrow’s plans… again.
I hate that people will say, “But you looked fine yesterday.”

What they don’t know is that fine is an illusion I manufacture.
A mask I glue on with every ounce of strength I have left.

But at night…
At night the mask collapses.
And it’s just me and the pain.
And the loneliness that comes with it.

Some nights, I don’t feel strong.
Some nights, I feel like I’m disappearing.

Tonight is one of those nights.

16/11/2025

“The Soft Rebirth of Me”

I used to think strength was loud.
Bold. Unbreakable.
The kind of strength that never slows down.

Now I know strength can be soft.
Quiet. Tender.
Strength can look like
holding yourself together in the dark,
or choosing rest over pride,
or celebrating that you got out of bed today.

Rebirth doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes it whispers,
“You’re doing better than you think.”

And I am.
Slowly, painfully, beautifully — I am.

15/11/2025

Poem — “I Rise in Pieces”

I don’t rise all at once.
I rise in pieces.
In soft mornings
when pain loosens its grip,
in whispered prayers
when I’m too tired to speak,
in the gentle rhythm
of a body fighting to exist.

I rise
in every step I take
even when my legs tremble,
in every boundary I set
even when my voice shakes,
in every tear I shed
that waters something stronger in me.

Fibromyalgia didn’t break me —
it unmade me,
and I am learning
the art
of becoming again.

15/11/2025

“Hope Came Back Quietly”

Hope didn’t come back like a thunderstorm.
It didn’t arrive with fireworks or big miracles.

It came quietly.

It came in the moments I didn’t notice —
when I made it through grocery shopping without a flare,
when I laughed without wincing,
when I walked a little farther than usual,
when a bad day didn’t turn into a bad week.

Healing is so subtle, so slow,
you often don’t see it until one day you look back and think:

“Wow… I made it through things that used to break me.”

Fibromyalgia taught me patience.
But hope — hope taught me faith.

15/11/2025

“The Night I Stopped Apologizing”

Tonight I told someone
“No… I can’t make it. My body needs rest.”
Not with an apology.
Not with guilt in my throat.

Just a calm, simple truth.

And it felt like reclaiming a piece of my power.

For years I apologized for my illness —
for canceling plans, for needing help, for being tired, for exiting early.
I apologized for things I couldn’t control,
as if the pain in my body was a personal failure.

But tonight I realized:
I don’t owe anyone an apology for surviving.
For protecting my energy.
For honoring what hurts.
For choosing myself.

Fibromyalgia didn’t take my strength —
it revealed it.

15/11/2025

“Joy in Slow Motion”

I used to think joy had to be loud.
Trips. Adventures. Memories that looked good on social media.

Fibromyalgia taught me that joy can whisper too.

Today joy was:
– warm tea between trembling hands
– a shower without tears
– the smell of rain
– a friend who said, “Take your time, I’m here.”

The world moves so fast.
But my body doesn’t.
And instead of fighting it, I’m trying something different —
I’m learning to live at my body’s pace.

And at this slow, quiet speed…
I’ve finally noticed the beauty I was too busy to see before.

15/11/2025

“The Day I Felt Like Myself Again”

Diary Entry

I didn’t expect today to be different.
I woke up with the familiar heaviness in my muscles and the quiet fear that always whispers, “Please don’t let today be another wasted day.”

But somehow… it wasn’t.

I made my bed slowly. I braided my hair.
And when I looked in the mirror — I saw her.
The version of me that fibromyalgia buried under years of flares, exhaustion, and endless apologies.

She looked tired, yes.
But she also looked alive.

I put on my favorite perfume even though no one was coming over.
I danced a little in my kitchen even though it hurt.
I laughed at my reflection because for the first time in a long time…
I didn’t feel invisible.

This wasn’t a pain-free day.
But it was a me day.
And that was enough to remind me:
I’m still here.
I’m still becoming.
I’m not done.

15/11/2025

“The Day I Forgave My Body”

It didn’t happen all at once.
Forgiveness came slowly — between tears, therapy sessions, and late-night prayers.

I spent years resenting this body for betraying me.
For the pain, the fatigue, the unpredictability.
But one night, as I massaged my aching legs, I whispered,
“I know you’re trying.”

And something softened inside me.

This body is not my enemy.
It’s my home — tired, tender, but still carrying me through every storm.

I may never be pain-free, but I can be at peace.
And that, to me, is the beginning of true healing.

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