Traveling with fibromyalgia is never easy. It’s unpredictable, overwhelming, and often painful. But what has carried me through, especially during my time in Dubai, is my faith.

From the outside, Dubai is all gold, glitter, and grandeur. But for me, this trip was more than just ticking off landmarks—it was a spiritual reset. I came here not just to explore a new country, but to reconnect with myself and with God. And on the hardest days—when my body ached and exhaustion crept in—faith became my anchor.

I didn’t always have the energy to move through the city like everyone else. Some days, I had to say no to plans and simply rest. But in those quiet moments, I found something even more powerful: stillness. I would sit by the beach, letting the sound of the waves calm my nervous system. At sunrise, when the world was still, I would close my eyes and breathe in prayers. And at sunset, with the sky on fire, I’d let go of the weight I was carrying.

Those moments weren’t always magical. Sometimes I cried. Sometimes I questioned why I had to carry this burden. But every time I brought my pain to God, I felt held. My faith reminded me that healing isn’t always about being pain-free. Sometimes healing is about learning to live gently with what hurts, and choosing joy anyway.

Dubai taught me that my faith doesn’t depend on being strong all the time. It’s okay to struggle. It’s okay to pause. What matters is where I turn when the pain hits—and I turn to the One who never left my side.

Have you ever had a moment of peace in the middle of your pain? Share your story or leave a comment. Let’s remind each other that we’re never alone on this journey.