tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505202305821415305.post5661624309325416832..comments2023-12-17T23:47:52.627-08:00Comments on Chronicles of F.I.B.R.O.: Freedom from CrazyLeah Tylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09339986620263501997noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505202305821415305.post-1972800668699332212016-02-07T07:19:36.492-08:002016-02-07T07:19:36.492-08:00I hear your struggle in your words. How can we not...I hear your struggle in your words. How can we not have emotions to losing control over our lives? And I hear the guilt you feel for having those emotions. The guilt society puts on us and then we take it upon ourselves to do. Guilt for being sick and unable to be productive. Guilt for having emotions about it. Guilt for wondering what we did to make this happen to us. Guilt for knowing that others think we aren't that sick but really just too emotional and depressed. And we wonder if they are right but know they are wrong. You are right. At some point we have to just believe in something. Why not our own gut and experience? I have to work. And it makes my suffering extreme. I have to go way beyond my energy levels. And people notice I am different and recently my boss changed my job to include intense paperwork and writing which makes me physically ill. Problem is, neither he nor my coworkers believe me. So now I am being emotionally battered and treated like I am over emotional, yes I cried as I tried to explain to him why I couldn't do the new job, and he called me a martyr. So the bullies in the office are joining in to regularly talk down to me and punish me for being.... Weak? I don't know why bullies bully but I am the target. So this disease has made me look like everything I'm not. And I need to be on disability so bad but I was told I have to be working less than 20 hours to apply. Me and my children would have to be homeless for a year before I could actually get it IF I was approved in a year. So.... Our lives are impossible. Acceptance comes, then it goes again when this disease rears its ugly head and does something new to destroy us. Avoid stress they say. OK. Thanks for your writings and for not having it all figured out. Because that's the reality of this disease. You can't figure out anything sometimes. And when you think you have gotten on top of it, it flips you over and you are on the bottom again. Sorry so long. I got going and started venting. Thanks.FabledCreaturehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495803599637358637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505202305821415305.post-74441136501442267522016-01-17T10:40:43.582-08:002016-01-17T10:40:43.582-08:00Leah,
Hang in there. This is so hard. Don't de...Leah,<br />Hang in there. This is so hard. Don't despair. mabeanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12484375052124772512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505202305821415305.post-22711213196947985162016-01-16T07:23:40.650-08:002016-01-16T07:23:40.650-08:00I SO understand. Thank you for your words. A frien...I SO understand. Thank you for your words. A friend of mine recommended your blog to me. I've just begun one. Its anonymous so family and friends don't get bent out of shape when I just tell it like it is. I have Fibro...and then a list of things and mysteries...I'm sure you understand. After my sleepless nice and pain so bad that clothes hurt, to read your words was helpful. Thank you and God Bless. -Ruth Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16723197289299990498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7505202305821415305.post-50319142773214374802016-01-15T18:44:18.945-08:002016-01-15T18:44:18.945-08:00Amen Sister! We do the best we can, and that'...Amen Sister! We do the best we can, and that's 'our' reality. If others don't 'get' it, that's not our problem. Love the title!! :)Kristinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12425854385002975735noreply@blogger.com