🧵 My Fibro Journey

Fibromyalgia didn’t ask permission. It arrived with pain. With fog. With confusion. This scroll holds the story of how I named it, survived it, and stitched a sanctuary from the ache.

The pain was everywhere. But no one could explain it. I felt dismissed. Misunderstood. Like my body was speaking a language no one wanted to translate.

Then came the fog. The forgetting. The frustration of losing words, thoughts, and energy. I wasn’t lazy. I was surviving.

Eventually, I got the name: Fibromyalgia. It didn’t fix everything. But it gave me a scroll to write. A reason to advocate. A trail to walk with others who glow through the fog.

Now, I stitch stories. I achieve survival. I laugh through the ache. Fibro didn’t win. It became part of my scrollkeeper legacy.

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