My New Normal 

Hello, my fellow Fibro Warriors! The post below is what sparked my idea to write a blog, as well as record a podcast ( 3 already) and a vlog to come, all same name). I have Fibromyalgia, along with many other issues attached (like Rheumatoid arthritis, Osteoarthritis, Chronic pain, Migraines, PTSD, ADHD, severe Depression, Allergies-food/eviromental, Vertigo, Tinnitus, etc., the list is long), and I slowly began to share this with my friends on FB, only a few years ago. Just a lil’ at a time, because I wasn’t sure how well received it would be… worried that it might be a subject people wouldn’t care to hear about and/or that they may just stop following me altogether. To my surprise, with each post, I received positive feedback, along with private messages, thanking me for sharing, how it helped them get a diagnosis, and how much they related to my story/journey. With each post I’d share a lil more, and this post I’m sharing today, is the one that lead the way to ‘FIBRO WARRIOR, My New Normal’, a podcast I began about 3 weeks ago, as well as this blog, and vlog to come. I have an amazing crew working with me! My Producers: Jojo Myricks and Tony Jefferies, (formerly) my Co-host: Christy Ortiz (had family to attend to), and myself as Host. They are the most supportive and wonderful people, I couldn’t ask for more.
This is my journey, and I want to share it because it’s important for others like myself to know that “you are not alone!” You can also hear me read the post to follow on my ‘FIBRO WARRIOR, My New Normal’ podcast Episode #2 subtitled “My Inspiration” on SoundCloud Episode #1 “Pilot” is also available, and Episode #3 “Our Existence” is on its way.
So here it is, the FB post that helped spark it all.
I’m having a great day today! You might ask yourself, “Why should we care?” Or “Is she bragging?” Oh, quite the contrary. I’m not on any great adventure, nor am I accomplishing some great feat… What I am doing, though, is feeling good about myself, which I don’t do often enough. When you’re dealing with pain, lethargy, depression, and cognitive issues on the daily, life just becomes one big blur, with each day just bleeding into the next. When I’m feeling up to the task, I try to do more than I should; then I inevitably pay for it over the following 3 days or so. It’s a vicious cycle that I’m all too familiar with. Today, though, I’m not going to overdo it… Instead, I’m going to take a moment to share a lil’ about my journey with an invisible illness. This may become lengthy, so if you’re not up for that, you should exit now. You’ve been warned...
Very frequently when you see me, I have a smile on my face; hiding whatever I may actually be feeling on the inside, while trying to enjoy myself, engage in conversations, and make that particular day/night have some meaning, which is not a small task for me. What most people do with ease, I now struggle with more often than not. I’m lucky if I can remember what was said to me a second ago, or if I can get the words out of my mouth, that seem to constantly get stuck in limbo amongst the clutter that is now my mind, or what’s left of it anyhow, and to think I was once fairly smart. I was actually made aware of this fact in 5th grade, when my teacher apologized to me… He had actively put me down and at the bottom reading level to make his point. I quickly surpassed all four levels with ease, as well as completing six books ahead of the class. When we received our SAT scores (I believe), I ranked 4th year college level in reading and vocabulary. I was proud, and to my surprise, my teacher pulled me aside and apologized profusely for his injustices. I’ll never truly know why he treated me so poorly at first. Was it seeing a white girl with a Hispanic last name that may have rubbed him (my white teacher) the wrong way… just a theory, of course.
But I digress…
My point is that now I feel like that fifth grader before she discovered how smart she really was and always questioned her self-worth. I literally avoid conversations when I’m struggling with cognitive issues. So, if I’ve ever seemed distant, this is possibly why.
It’s difficult recalling how I was once a social butterfly during my 20-30s, putting myself out there and trying to stay in the moment. I miss that lighter, sarcastic, funny girl. Where has she gone, I often wonder? I was successful for the most part, staying positive, allowing myself to enjoy the sunlight and avoiding the “darkness” at all costs; a cloud that has relentlessly follwed me throughout life, and has given me more than my share of angst. But I was strong enough to push through it, not very gracefully at times and always with a few scars to remind me of where I’ve been. Still, I pushed myself to be happy, productive, and to be a good person, mom, sister, daughter, friend, as best I knew how. On the outside looking in, you may have interpreted it differently, and for that, I understand and apologize. Things haven’t exactly come easily for me, I’ve worked hard and pushed myself to my absolute limit! Always, always, an uphill battle for me.
Since 3rd grade on, I was constantly involved in some sort of sports or outside activity, unlike anyone else in my family; a bit of a tomboy. I developed early, though, so that wasn’t ideal for someone who does a lot of physical activities. The pain began somewhere between the ages of 12 and 14 yrs old (maybe younger), but still I stayed active. Initially, I thought it was growing pains, but my description varied greatly from my friends’ accounts. I didn’t have a close relationship growing up with my mom and pop (step, but still my pop), so I kept it to myself. Often thinking they’ll assume I’m trying to get out of my multitude of chores anyway. I was a kid, what did I know? Now, in hindsight, I realize I should have spoken with them, regardless of the outcome. But then, much like now, I’ve kept my pain to myself, not wanting to burden others.
Continuing on as a young adult, out on my own… I would eat healthy, worked out, didn’t smoke or try/do drugs, and if I drank, I had water in between drinks to stay hydrated, rarely having more than two. I’ve lived my life pretty healthily. But my body had other ideas in store for me, and no amount of determination on my part was going to detour my illness from wreaking havoc on my life. So, as you now know, Depression/Fibro took ahold of me at a very early age, so my teen years are not looked upon with much fondness, of course, nor my childhood for that matter. I’ve always felt a bit of a disconnect from my life/family/friends, as if I don’t belong here, and I always assumed I wouldn’t be long in this life
It’s easy to go dark, when you’ve lived your life in pain, not wanting to share that darkness, knowing it will scare most people (away), and inevitably cause them to either feel sorry for you, or say that you’re weak and needy, amongst a host of other negative things I’ve heard/endured over the years. None of which you’d hope for, especially when so many of us are uninformed about illnesses like mine. I’ve become accustomed to these types of reactions, and I want you to know that I’m quite the opposite of “Weak!”because it takes a certain kind of personal strength, to acknowledge your obstacles and overcome them, over and over again. This cycle will never end for me, and my loved ones will have suffered the most because of this. Hence why I’ve chosen to keep them at arms length for the majority of my life. Their having to endure my ups and downs couldn’t have been easy either, not truly knowing what I’ve been living with internally/invisibly. It took me years to begin to share this struggle without worrying about what others may think. This is me! I have honestly done the absolute best I could, although it didn’t always appear that way, I’m aware. Through it all, I’ve learned one very important thing… to love myself first. Enough so, as to not be ashamed of what I have endured throughout my life… Fibromyalgia/Arthritis/Depression/ADHD. It took almost a lifetime to get my diagnosis for Fibro, which lead me to feel embarrassed and/or like a hypochondriac, as each Doctor (there were many) would tell me they couldn’t “See” or find anything wrong with me. I even gave up for awhile (~6yrs), and only when I lost the ability to hold down my job; because I was chronically sick with bronchitis for almost an entire year, did I go vigorously in search of an answer!
Finally, the relief and disappointment I felt at the moment of my diagnosis…
“You have Fibromyalgia. There is no cure, so this will be a lifelong illness.” As I watched those words fall from my Doctor’s lips, my heart felt light, then it instantly took on the weight of a boulder. The words “No cure”, kept playing repeatedly in my head. My depression quickly overcame me. The next year of my life suddenly vanished before my very eyes.
Oh, how sorry I am for checking out (in a sense), for letting it take me away from those I love. I didn’t want to do anything anymore. I kept getting bad news after bad, from each Dr I saw (11 or 12 in that one year). It was sucking the life out of me, and if it wasn’t for my love for Bill, my two sons, my family, I may have checked out completely. Who knows?
Fastforward, 6 years later… I’ve come a long way from then, researching and learning how to live in “my new normal.” So, “Today is a great day for me!” Because I can appreciate the sunlight, and my clouds, however briefly, have dissipated. I may not be able to show it always, but my loved ones mean the world to me! Thank you all for being in my life and showing me love through it all!
*Apologies for its length. Hopefully, my story will help someone out there in need. I’m here for you. You are not alone! Love you all 💜💋 MJ

Author: FIBRO WARRIOR, My New Normal

Hello, I'm MJ the purple haired Fibro Warrior. I am a Podcast Host, Facebook Admin, Blogger, and Vlogger for 'FIBRO WARRIOR, My New Normal' My producers and I are here to help spread Fibromyalgia Awareness and information to you, as well as to those around us. I have had Fibromyalgia nearly my entire life, so I have a lot to share and say on the subject. Please join me in this journey, by allowing me to share your journeys, and simply by following, reading, liking and sharing my blogs/podcasts/vlogs so that we may reach others as well. All of which can be found on our Facebook page: You are not alone... and neither am I! Love you all 💜💋MJ

4 thoughts on “My New Normal ”

  1. I am happy to have you in my life. You have helped me so much. I am curious why if you were your old self that you want to be sarcastic. I guess because my 1st late hubby was very sarcastic, I learned to hate it. He did not get along with his co-workers because of it. He was in a archery club and was very good. But when the trophies were passed out, his should have been 1st place, instead he was given a base with the back side of a horse on it. It was their way of telling them he was a HORSE’S ASS.
    We were married nearly 10 years when he died of Cancer. He lived 6 months after his diagnosis. Only after getting I’ll did he stop being sarcastic. Only on man that he worked with came to our house to see him. Many of the people I worked with visited him at the hospital. He said to me that he realized only my freinds came to see him. He realized he had been wrong to act that way. He told me he was sorry many times. In the end, my boss closed the Company and all the employees came to his funeral and supported me. Not one person he worked with came to his funeral! I was Office Manager and Full Charge Booker per at that Company. I will never forget how great it was to have my freinds and co-workers come. I have never seen you write or say anything sarcastic and I am so glad and proud of you. Thank you for no longer being sarcastic. You are so sweet and supportive. Also, you are very smart and help many of us deal with all the extra diseases we get from Fibromyalgia. The Chronic Fatigue, Depression, Brain Fog, IBS, IC , Angziety and pain throughout my body have been the worst. I think I have PTSD also, but have not spoken to a Dr about that one. Thank you MJ so much for giving us a place to write things down and get them off our chest. I only have two cats to talk to most of the time.💜💋💜💋💞💕

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    1. Aww honey, I wasn’t saying I was mean sarcastic, I was funny sarcastic. I’ve never been a mean person 😘
      Thank you my sweet Mary! You’re such a caring and loving lady. I’m so happy to have you as my friend. I appreciate you’re comments as well as your support. I was actually thinking of you today, right before I saw your comment. I am visiting family for awhile, as I’m sure you’re aware, and I was thinking about how much you would love my mom and my aunts if you met them, and that they would love you! So it was such a nice surprise to see that you wrote to me. I love you! Big soft hugs 💞 MJ


  2. No, I don’t think we can edit once we send it. Please do not worry about such trivial things, I know what you meant to write.
    Oh yes, do talk to your Dr about your possible PTSD, any anything else you’re concerned about. Make yourself a note, so you remember the next time you see them.

    And as you know, I understand your loss, as I’ve lost my husband years ago as well, to a brain tumor. He was only 27 years old when he passed away. And although he was difficult with you, being sarcastic, I know losing him was still extremely devastating. Try to think about the good times, and let the negative things go. Holding on to such things are not good for us. Love and hugs!


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