It's just a sad reality of things, especially in this day and age.
I am fairly certain I have Fibro. I do know I have Chronic Pain. But the more I learn about Fibro, the more it seems like that is also what's going on. Throw in a little PTSD or C-PTSD and anxiety, things are really fun. But I can't let it all control me or my life.
I've had a not so fun couple of weeks of bumping into things, which has left colorful bruises in various places. These bumpings have triggered other not so fun pain events. Including the one I am experiencing now with pain from my neck to my tail bone, turning my head to one side is awful, add in my constant hip pain. New to the mix is the pain in my hands even when I am idle.
Emotionally, I am trying to keep it together. Crying or getting angry won't help or fix things. Things just are what they are.
Yesterday, being Mother's Day made me miss my Grandma more than the usual. But it also made me think of my mom, something I don't do very often. In my thinking about her, I think I sort of understand her in a way I didn't before. A little scary, but also felt like a revelation. I'll never know if I am right in what I am thinking, but it is somewhat of a comfort. And a belief I can accept, to a point. Some of what she did was inexcusable and unwarranted. But if I am right, even partially, it does explain a lot. In many ways, my sister was the lucky one I think.
But oh well, it is what it is, as the saying goes.
Hope all the moms had a great mother's day.