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I was diagnosed approx. 3 years ago with fibromyalgia. My life before FM was running 5 miles a day, lifting weights 3 times a week, working full-time, cooking, cleaning, taking care of kids, babysitting....etc...
Now - I can't do anything - most of you know what I'm talking about. Of course, there is no more running or lifting weights. That came to a screeching halt. I no longer have energy to do much but work full-time, and occasionally clean my house. On my 2 days off, I usually sleep all day.
I can't help but remember my life before this. I sometimes get so angry at myself, thinking maybe I really am as lazy as people say - maybe I'm not trying hard enough or pushing myself enough.
There are, if I remember correctly, 5 stages of grief/loss. I can't seem to get to the acceptance stage.
How many of you have accepted your condition, no anger, no depression? How many of you quit thinking about your life before FM?
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