I hope this letter finds you well, though I must admit, I don’t even know your name. It’s strange how life can bring us into contact with people we’ve never met, sharing our thoughts and feelings with anonymity. Sharing one thing in common, fibromyalgia.
As I sit here and type these words, I find myself thinking and wondering of memories of the past. It’s as if the echoes of the past persistently resonates in the areas of my mind, refusing to fade away. Some memories are beautiful, like the laughter of a significant other, childhood friends or the warmth of a loved one’s embrace. Yet, others are like shadows, casting an echo over my present. We tend to remember the bad times while forgetting the good times. If we use these memories to learn from, we may find a little bit of peace.
Perhaps you, too, have experienced the weight of the past, the moments that stay behind and haunts you. This sounds too familiar. I remember exactly when my fibromyalgia symptoms manifested but can’t remember the Dr that diagnosed me. All I recall is hearing a Dr say that this pain I have will not go away.
In these moments, I write to you, of self reflection, I find comfort in the thought that we are not alone in our journey. Strangers like us share the burden of memories, and in sharing, we may find understanding, empathy, and perhaps even wisdom. Remembering one’s past or present while trying to make sense of it is a human thing. We would all like to make sense of why things happen to us, why me. Unfortunately, we may never know the answer. Not all questions deserve answers and not all answers are what we want to hear.
So, dear stranger, though we may never meet or know each other’s stories, I hope that this letter reminds you that you are not alone in this journey. Let us learn from the past, learn from it, and look forward to a future yet to be written.
With kind regards,
This Fibro Chick