Some days I look down at my feet and wonder why?
We were once best friends and they supported me in everything I did but now they do their own thing. Since Fibromyalgia, they let me down.
Why be nasty?
Why be so painful day and night?
Why can I not walk for miles pushing a pram like I used to?
Why do I now have to plan every aspect of my life as over doing it means I have a flare?
Why can I no longer wear beautiful stiletto heels?
Why did I get this shitty illness that makes me feel like a young woman trapped in an old ladies body?
Why do my legs throb like tooth ache?
Why do I feel tearful when I think back to old me and how I loved walking?
Why does it scare me to think that I may decline even more?
Why is my youngest wanting to save to buy me a mobility scooter when my legs WILL get better?
Why do I look at women in mobility scooters and think that will be me soon?
Why do people think I am lucky as I still look good yet I feel like shit?
Why do I have to hate my favourite season as the cold is more painful?
Why do mornings and getting out of bed feel like my bones will snap?