living with fibromyalgia is a battle—one that often feels invisible to the outside world. It’s not just the physical pain, the fatigue, or the stiffness that makes life hard. It’s the mental toll, the way our own minds can turn against us, making us feel like we’re not enough. Some days, I feel completely worthless, trapped in a body that doesn’t cooperate, watching life pass me by through a tiny phone screen.

Social media, oh, social media. It’s a blessing and a curse. One minute, I’m inspired by someone’s incredible adventures, and the next, I’m spiralling—wondering why I can’t be out there, too. The truth is, I want to be. I want to live beyond these limitations, to break free of the pain and exhaustion that hold me back. But when even holding my phone too long can make my hands hurt, it’s easy to feel stuck.

That’s where love comes in. Love—whether it’s from a partner, a child, a friend, or even a pet—makes all the difference. It reminds me that I am still me, that my worth isn’t measured by what I can or cannot do on any given day. My family lifts me up when I start to fall into that dark place. They praise my small victories, even when I struggle to see them myself. They remind me that just getting through the day is an achievement.

I don’t want to live limited anymore. I want to push past the walls fibromyalgia has built around me. I want to be adventurous, to feel alive again. And maybe, just maybe, love and support will be the key to unlocking that freedom.

To anyone else out there struggling—you are not alone. You are not worthless. And you are so much stronger than you know.