I think the isolation that fibromyalgia causes is as bad as the pain. I don’t want to isolate, but when I’m not feeling well I don’t want to carry that outside and infect other people with my pain either. Maybe people think I’m a snob or blowing them off, I’m just too tired to explain myself anymore. Many friendships have ended or become more acquaintances than friendships.
I’ve been feeling really sorry for myself these days. I want to meet new people and make new friends but with the gas prices and my health it’s just an overwhelming task that most people take for granted. The online world has offered more heartache and pain than I care to admit. So where to go, what to do?
I don’t know the answers. I am glad to be a part of the writer’s group, but that’s only once or twice a month. I need more socializing than that. Church things are ok, but most of the women my age are married with children so I don’t really fit there either.
I just feel like I don’t really fit anywhere these days.
Conclusion for Today: Hang on for one more day, things have to change eventually. I just long to be loved and adored just the way I am and for who I am.