Quite possibly one of the worst aspects of fibromyalgia is how it manages to rip out whatever energy I have in my body...it also manages to do this in the most excruciating way possible.

On the bright side of things...hope lives.

I am absolutely baffled as to whether or not things are shaping into good or...or better good?

I will never get used to things actually seeming to go...right.
It is scary.
I know I shouldn't treat God as this vengeful kid going after ants with a magnifying glass...but at any second everything could end...and what little joy I have can be stolen by death and disease.

It is terrifying beyond words...but I can't just live in this cave under Samford dorm forever...

Quote of the Day:

“Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.”
-William Cowper