After leaving that rheumatologist’s office, I felt completely gutted. I had gone in with hope—maybe too much hope—and left with less than nothing. Not only did I not have answers, I had been reduced to a stereotype: the “anxious patient” who just needs therapy. But deep down, I knew what…
For years, I dealt with pain flares that I assumed were fibromyalgia related. At first, they came and went, but eventually the space between flares got shorter until I was in pain all the time. On top of that, I was exhausted—like bone-deep, can’t-function exhaustion—and my memory, which had always…
