(I apologize if this just seems like a bunch of scrambled thoughts. In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t be writing with this fibro fog…)

There’s one thing I hate worse than my symptoms, and that’s seeing my mom cry over my illness.

I’ve been sick for quite a while now. I’ve actually known about being sick for around 4 months, but I can easily see how the sickness could have started before then. I’ve never exactly been a healthy child, but my health really snowballed recently. Constant headaches, dizziness, loss of appetite, fatigue, insomnia, and the worst of all the evils, the muscle pain.

Some of you may have already guessed the diagnosis that was coming; fibromyalgia. I figured out that fibro could be a possibility around November, but my mom refused to believe it until I got an official diagnosis.

I can tell all of this illness stuff is stressing her out, and she feels bad when she can’t do anything to help me. I’ve recently realized that going to a normal high school has become nearly impossible. The current plan is to try Connections Academy, which is online school from home, but we’ll see. I really don’t want to drop out of high school, but honestly, I don’t know what’s going to happen.

My biggest wish is that my family, and my mom especially, would have my back with all of this. We’re all new to this, and I hope my family will be supportive. That’s probably the most helpful thing they can do.

On the bright side, maybe I’ll be able to update this neglected blog more often!