It was, at once, both relieving and a bit surprising when I learned yesterday that people with a diagnosis of fibromyalgia are 10 times more likely to commit suicide than the general population and almost three times more likely than other chronic pain patients. (Pain News Network)
It’s perverse, but it helps to know I’m not the only one struggling to the point of considering a way out. I did join an online support site for fibro years ago, after I was first diagnosed, but I quit going to it because it was depressing. I’m rethinking that as I come to terms with navigating life while chronically ill.
Today is one of the best days I’ve had in weeks. I rate how I’m feeling, anywhere from three thumbs up to three down. I started the day in neutral or maybe even a tad bit up for the first time in days and days. Part of what keeps me going is that flare ups have been intermittent, but this go-round with extreme fatigue and nausea, in addition to aches and pains, has gone on for quite some time and I’ve been concerned that this was my new baseline. Having even a short respite is encouraging. I was up and active for two hours before the nausea set in and pain began.
Small victories- I’ll take ’em where I can get ’em.