'Fragile' by Delta Goodrem

Six thoughts at once I can't focus on one
Seven days a week but my life has just begun
So caught in emotion and I'm overcome
As I'm falling down I come undone

Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong
Sometimes I feel so frail so small
Sometimes I feel vulnerable
Sometimes I feel a little fragile
A little fragile

In six thousand years what will this mean
Words from the heart or a melody
So caught in emotion and I'm overcome
As I'm falling down I come undone

Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong
Sometimes I feel nothing at all
Sometimes I feel vulnerable
Sometimes I feel a little fragile
A little fragile

If people can see right through my eyes
Like an open door that I can't disguise
I won't be afraid from the tears I cry
I'll not run I'll not hide this is how I feel inside
A little fragile
A little fragile

Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong
Sometimes I feel so frail so small
Sometimes I feel vulnerable
Sometimes I feel a little fragile

No truer words have ever been spoken. I think this image pretty much sums up my life and those of other fibromyalgia suffers. I wish I could make people see, I know how it must look, to say I'm in constant pain and yet I look completely normal; I'd think I was lying too! Another way I explain it is imagine the pain when you break your arm... well imagine that pain in ALL your bones 24/7 - kinda sucks. On another image I've found on the net, it says 'Sarcastic and hurtful words from those we trust or complete strangers', well I have to say I have experienced a lot of that. The worst was when someone refused to believe me, point blank, and whenever I said I couldn't do something because of my Fibromyalgia, they just looked at me as if I was speaking a different language. This person didn't want to know, and I considered her to be a close friend. But I'm ever the optimist, I have made some amazing friends in college and at university that have truly changed my life; my boyfriend James, what can I say, I could never leave him. I have never felt so loved and understood by another person as much as he makes me feel. Bless him, he helps me manage my diet to help control some of the unpleasant side effects of fibromyalgia, he walks me to and from lessons and carries all my bags... he is the one.

Notes from a delirium

it hurts to breath it hurts to type the pain is agonising my hands are shaking my ribs its like having knives stuck inside me and when I breath the blades rub my flesh I am aware of my ribs the shape the pressure I cannot breath the pain it hurts feels like I’ve broken every bone in my body I want to die I cant move but then I have to move to stop the pain but I cant move because it hurts too much I feel like an anorexic when she lies on a bed and you know the mattress presses on her bones my hip is like ripping through my skin I’m going to bruise I’m going to bleed I want to bleed because then I’ll know this is real is this real what time is it I cant sleep because of the pain but I need to sleep through the pain its too strong it hurts the pressure of my own body on the bones how can we carry such weight why wont it just stop please just let it kill me I want to die because I’m already dying I must be dying to feel this torture I cant take anymore please somebody stop me please if I could move I would end it aid the pain cause more to end it I no I don’t really want to but I just want this to stop please find me please save me can’t you see I’m dying I need to go to a hospital but they cant do anything no one can stop the pain no one understands this isn’t real is it this is just pure pain

pain

(copyrighted - written and owned by Sarah Andrews)

Prologue to my book 'Butterfly'

To be weightless, to feel nothing, to be free, is something I yearn for. It’s like the ocean is a metaphor of me; all calm and wonderful when the waves sing harmoniously together because everything works, their process is unnoticed, just a simple language that continues in verse. But then the storm comes, no longer can the sea be ignored. It is waging a war on the rocks and cliffside, eating away at their foundations, whilst having an internal battle. Currents mixing, waves colliding; harmonious no longer, but an object of chaos and destruction.

My body is fighting against itself. Inside I am a raging storm yet outside I'm as calm as a pristine ice lake; frozen and immaculate, a perfect representation of a human.

And yet I am not perfect. No one is perfect. This world is not perfect. Genetically we know this, as we can see the anomalies in everyday life; the sick, the blind, the mentally handicapped. Then there are conditions of the body that are psychological like anorexia, bulimia and depression. There are the critical and medically serious conditions, which are common, but that still doesn't take away the fear we each have when the word "cancer" is uttered. However, there are medical conditions that are hidden and unknown - not just by the general public but also by doctors and specialists. Symptoms and diagnosis left unclear is what makes these conditions secret; they take awhile to emerge, to surface, and to spread into common knowledge.

A medical condition called Fibromyalgia is one of those secrets.

(copyrighted - written and owned by Sarah Andrews)