A personal account on how the pandemic affects those living with an invisible chronic illness.
It was like an elephant living inside my skull. Heavy. Too big to be there.
When I tell people I have Fibromyalgia a lot of people stare blankly, or go “I’m so sorry” or, “I can’t even imagine” – sometimes it’s a combination of all three. Of course, it’s pretty difficult to understand what it’s like to have something you don’t have. I’m hoping that, after reading this, you’ll empathise somewhat.