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Doctors who are helpful with Fibro, thats the real treasure to find…

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Hi gang! I have some stuff to say about other topics but since its Fibromyalgia Awareness Month lets try and keep the Fibro convo going. Fibro’s a tough nut to crack when it comes to diagnosis because there’s no one-size-fits-all test that gives you a clear-cut answer. I totally get the frustration there. It’s crucial to team up with a doc who really knows their fibro stuff, one who listens to what you’re going through and doesn’t just slap everything under the fibro label. Sure, fatigue might be tied to fibro, but it could also signal something else lurking in the shadows. What if it’s a whole other issue that can be managed? It’s worth digging into. If your doc brushes off any of your worries, it’s time to find someone who takes you seriously. Seriously, advocate for yourself! Start by getting clued up on what you’re dealing with, arm yourself with info on what treatments are out there, what to watch out for, what might be red flags for other conditions. Sure, docs should be up to speed on all this stuff, but they’ve got a million and one things on their plate. You knowing your stuff gives you a leg up, at least you can point them in the right direction. Bring along logs of your symptoms, stuff you’ve tried, and hey, if you’ve found some golden nuggets of wisdom online, make sure they’re from a legit source. Doctors ain’t gonna take your brother’s buddy’s Facebook rant as gospel, and it just makes it tougher for the rest of us.

Ah, fibromyalgia, the mystical unicorn of medical conundrums, where symptoms are as clear as mud and diagnosing it feels like playing a round of medical bingo. Let’s paint the picture, you stroll into your doctor’s office armed with a laundry list of symptoms that could make even the most seasoned hypochondriac turn green with envy. But instead of the understanding you anticipated, you’re greeted with the classic eye-roll and the timeless response: ‘It’s probably just Fibro.’ Making you feel like its normal to hurt this way and you should just buck up and take it. You must be weak if you can’t handle it. Because, of course, who needs medical expertise when you’ve got stress to conveniently blame for every twinge and throb, am I right?

And when your doc finally has enough of your complaints they do the next predictable thing, referral so you are no longer their problem. The notorious medical dance – you know, where you hop from one specialist to another like a pinball in a machine, each one looking more perplexed than the last. “It’s just in your head,” they proclaim, as if that magically diminishes your pain, making it more… ethereal? Because obviously, feeling like you’ve been steamrolled by a freight train is just a whimsical creation of your imagination, not a serious condition worthy of genuine concern.

But fear not, dear patient, for there’s always the ever-popular misdiagnosis game to keep things interesting. Is it chronic fatigue syndrome? Is it rheumatoid arthritis? Is it just your body’s way of telling you that it’s time to invest in a better mattress? Who knows! It’s like playing medical roulette, except instead of winning a jackpot, you get a lifetime supply of confusion and frustration.

So, here’s to you, fibromyalgia warriors, bravely battling through the medical maze armed with nothing but your pain and a healthy dose of sarcasm. After all, if laughter is the best medicine, then you’re practically immortal.
Til next time gang, take care of yourself, and each other!

I forgot to add, George says ‘hey whats up?’ He’s off tearing shit up at the moment but he’s not going away lol.

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Tender Point Tango…

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Ah, fibromyalgia, the notorious party crasher of the nervous system. If you think of your body as a bustling metropolis, with nerves running around like frantic commuters during rush hour and sprinkle in some miscommunication among these nerves, and ta-da, you’ve got yourself a fibromyalgia flare-up – an event no one signed up for.

Living with fibromyalgia is a bit like playing a twisted game of “Guess That Pain.” You wake up each day, take stock of your aches and pains, and try to play detective to figure out which ailment is causing today’s particular brand of discomfort. Will it be a symphony of soreness or a relentless drumbeat of dull aches? The suspense is killing me…oh wait, no, it’s just the pain.

But there’s a secret component: the tender points. They’re like hidden treasure spots on a map of your body, except instead of gold, you find pure unadulterated pain. Seriously digging on these x’s are not going to find anything remotely rewarding. Prodding them is like poking a bear—you know it’s a terrible idea, yet you can’t resist the temptation to see if it’s still there, waiting to pounce.

Tender points in fibromyalgia are like little pressure-sensitive landmines scattered throughout the body’s landscape. Picture them as tiny protest sites where your nerves have decided to stage a full-blown rebellion against anything remotely resembling comfort.

These tender points aren’t just your run-of-the-mill sore spots and they arent there for decoration; they’re hyper-reactive areas where even the gentlest touch can trigger a symphony of pain signals that reverberate throughout your entire nervous system. While anyone can experience tenderness in various parts of their body, those with fibromyalgia have a specific set of tender points identified by the American College of Rheumatology.

Traditionally, there are 18 designated tender points, symmetrically distributed across the body, ranging from the base of the skull to the inner knee. Pressing on these points feels less like a gentle poke and more like poking a hornet’s nest—you’re bound to get stung.

The role these tender points play in fibromyalgia is twofold. First and foremost, they serve as diagnostic landmarks, helping healthcare professionals differentiate between fibromyalgia and other conditions that may mimic its symptoms. If you wince in agony at the mere mention of pressing on these tender points, congratulations, you’ve just earned yourself a potential fibromyalgia diagnosis.

But beyond their diagnostic significance, tender points are also notorious troublemakers in the world of fibromyalgia management. They’re like stubborn guests at a party who refuse to leave, no matter how many hints you drop. You may try to ignore them, but they’ll make their presence known with a vengeance, sabotaging your attempts at relaxation and hijacking your sleep.

Moreover, these tender points often team up with their cohorts—muscle stiffness, fatigue, and sleep disturbances—to form a formidable alliance against your well-being. They thrive on chaos, exacerbating each other’s effects and leaving you feeling like you’ve been hit by a proverbial pain train.

But fear not, brave fibromyalgia warrior, for knowledge is power. By understanding the role of tender points in your condition, you can arm yourself with strategies to manage their mischief. From gentle stretching and low-impact exercise to stress management techniques and medications, there’s a plethora of tools at your disposal to tame the tender point beast and reclaim control of your life. So the next time those tender points come knocking, show them who’s boss with a steely gaze and a well-aimed dose of self-care.

So here’s to the fibro warriors, bravely battling your own body through each day armed with a healthy dose of humor and a stubborn refusal to let pain steal their joy. After all, if life gives you fibromyalgia, you might as well make jokes about it. Until next time guys, take care of yourselves, and each other.

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Fibro Fog…

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Today I’m picking a symptom to discuss that I have found particularly difficult and vexing, Fibro Fog, where everything you were JUST thinking about disappears into a mist. I think all the evaporated thoughts are hanging together, in the air, and we just have to hope they blow by us again close enough for us to hold on to and actually implant in our brains. I’m not talking forgetfulness I’m talking if you don’t write it down its already water vapor lol. I can hear you now, ‘but can you give us any examples that are entertaining as well as informative?’



Of course, who do you think you’re talking to? No I’m really asking, because I forgot lol just kidding.

Imagine your brain decided to take a leisurely stroll through a dense fog, but instead of enjoying the tranquility, it got lost, took a wrong turn at Albuquerque, and ended up in a carnival funhouse where all the mirrors distort reality. That’s fibro fog for you, the mischievous gremlin that hijacks your thoughts and turns your thoughts and ideas into a wacky, unpredictable carnival ride.

Picture this: You wake up in the morning, ready to conquer the day like a boss/Queen/Goddess slaying everything in your path, only to realize your brain is still in snooze mode, mumbling something about needing more coffee before it can even consider joining the party. Its there, its just on a delay if you will, like they use on broadcast tv before anything live they have it on like a 10 second delay with someone on the button in case someone lets out curse words best kept to themselves? When fibro fog happens to me I feel like I’m hearing everything being said but it doesn’t make sense in my head, it takes me minutes to process the information I am given, so we will have had a full discussion but in truth I don’t even understand what you said until 10 minutes later. That means any clarifications I might need I’m already too late to ask, so I will convince myself I did it wrong. I’ll find myself standing in front of the fridge, wondering why on earth I opened it in the first place, while my keys I was searching for a few minutes ago mock me from the depths of my purse, hiding in plain sight.

Trying to hold a conversation becomes a high-stakes game of mental acrobatics, where you’re juggling words like a circus performer, desperately hoping they’ll land in the right order. Suddenly, your train of thought gets derailed faster than a toddler on a sugar rush, leaving you stranded at a mental station with no idea where you were headed.

In essence, fibro fog turns your brain into a whimsical, slightly dysfunctional amusement park, where every thought is a rollercoaster ride and every memory a slippery slide. So, next time you encounter someone battling this quirky phenomenon, just remember – they’re not lost, they’re just taking the scenic route through the carnival of their mind.

Til next times guys, stay kind to yourselves, and each other!

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We’re only a third of the way through the month…

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Hi All! In honor of it being Fibro Awareness month, I felt like laying some facts about fibromyalgia and gaslighting. More common than you think and even the smart ones fall for our brains tricks.

First off, fibromyalgia is like the ninja of chronic illnesses—it’s stealthy, it’s everywhere, and it hits you when you out of the blue. One day you’re fine, and the next, you feel like you’ve been hit by a truck made of exhaustion and pain.

Oh, and let’s talk about the diagnosis game. Picture yourself as a contestant on a really crappy game show where the prize is knowing why your body hates you. Your doctor throws every test in the book at you, from blood work to MRIs, all while you’re sitting there thinking, “Can we speed this up? My body feels like it’s been through a wood chipper.” Every new med comes with a side effect that you have to chase with another pill, its a cycle.

And here’s a fun fact: fibromyalgia isn’t just about pain. Nope, it’s a whole package deal. You get fatigue that makes you feel like you’ve run a marathon on zero sleep, brain fog descends to wreak havoc, and sleep problems that make you envy a cat’s ability to nap anywhere, anytime.

But wait, there’s more! Fibromyalgia loves company. It’s best buds with conditions like irritable bowel syndrome (IBS), migraines, and depression, because why deal with one pain in the butt when you can have a whole party of them?

Picture this: you’re dealing with this condition called fibromyalgia, where you’re in pain all over, tired as hell, and your brain feels like it’s stuck in a fog. But here’s the kicker: there’s no fancy test that says, “Yep, you’ve got fibromyalgia!” So, you’re left playing a guessing game with your doctor, ruling out everything else under the sun.

Now, imagine dealing with all that uncertainty. You start wondering, “Am I just making this up? Is my body punking me?” Do you know how many times in a day I try and tell myself that I don’t hurt? It’s like gaslighting yourself—convincing yourself that maybe the pain is all in your head because there’s no lab result to back it up.

And let’s not forget the joy of visiting the doctor’s office. You pour your heart out about how much you hurt, how tired you are, and how your brain feels like it’s on vacation. You bring witnesses, you show how you’ve logged all the symptoms. But instead of a pat on the back, you get a shrug and a “Well, your tests look fine.” or ‘Well that’s a common symptom of Fibro’

So, yeah, it’s a real treat trying to convince yourself and others that what you’re going through is legit when there’s no shiny test result to prove it. Its why they call it an invisible illness. But fibromyalgia is as real as it gets, even if the medical world hasn’t quite caught up yet.
Thats it for tonight guys, take care of yourself and each other

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Fibromyalgia, Bipolar, and me…

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Hi Guys!
I’m actually writing this out before hand because my endless streams of consciousness get confusing and I wanted to give you all some facts with your funny today (or MY funny, I’m not going to presume to know how you feel about things). As I’ve talked about in detail, I suffer from both Bipolar and Fibro among some other alphabet disorders and such. Part of the challenge when you suffer from multiple illnesses is difficulty TREATING the illness has a whole because you are so busy trying to battle symptoms
Ah, the overlap symptoms, where Fibromyalgia and Bipolar Disorder play their favorite game of “Fibro, flare, bipolar or unidentifiable illness?” Let’s dive into this delightful pool of confusion, shall we?

  • Fatigue Fiesta: Is it the fibro fog or the bipolar brain drain? Who knows! One day you’re bouncing off the walls with energy, the next you’re contemplating the physics of whether it’s possible to sleep while standing up. I’m talented enough to get both in the same day. I know, don’t be jealous lol Why choose between chronic fatigue and mood-induced exhaustion when you can have both, right? When you are dealing with this fatigue, it touches so many other parts of your life, and being tired all the time ruins your quality of life.
  • Pain Parade: Is it fibro spreading its discomfort like peanut butter on toast, or just your bipolar mood swings throwing a tantrum in the form of physical agony? Who needs targeted discomfort when you’ve got a buffet of sensations to keep you guessing? Every new ache becomes a game of medical Clue: “Was it Colonel Fibro in the living room with the pain stick, or Professor Bipolar in the kitchen with the mood swing?” It’s like living in a mystery novel, except the plot twists are your own nerve endings.
  • Gaslighting: Oh, don’t even get me started. Before you can say “It’s all in your head,” we’ve already played that mind game with ourselves a hundred times over. And when someone finally agrees with the doubts we’ve been wrestling with, it’s like a twisted validation that only makes things worse.
  • Take my cardiac arrest saga, for example. My heart decided to play hopscotch with its rhythm, and each fluttery beat had me convinced it was just another fibro flare-up. So, I shrugged it off, attributing it to the usual suspects. Turns out, it was a serious problem hiding in plain sight, but hey, who needs hindsight when you’ve got a PhD in self-gaslighting, right?
  • So, here’s to the dangers of doubting your own symptoms and the perils of playing doctor with Dr. Google. Because when it comes to your health, it’s better to be safe than sorry – even if it means admitting that sometimes, you don’t have all the answers.
  • Sleepless Slumber Party: Can’t sleep? Welcome to the club! With both fibro and bipolar on the guest list, your nights are a delightful mix of tossing, turning, and contemplating the meaning of life at 3 AM. Is it the fibro’s fault for making your bed feel like a bed of nails, or is it the bipolar’s insistence on turning your brain into a 24/7 circus of thoughts? Sleep is overrated anyway, right? That’s why sticking to a routine is essential. I sleep ok finally, but I had to change a lot, I’m in bed by 9pm 90% of the time because I changed my routine to what fit me best. For the life of me I CANNOT sleep past 4 am so I have to adjust my bedtime accordingly. As I said, listen to the natural rhythm of your body as much as you can
  • Mood Swing Shindig: Ah, the pièce de résistance of symptom overlap! One minute you’re as giddy as a kid in a candy store, the next you’re contemplating whether it’s socially acceptable to cry into your cereal. Is it the fibro fog clouding your emotions, or is it the bipolar rollercoaster taking you on a wild ride through the valleys of despair and the peaks of mania? Who needs emotional stability when you can have a mood swing buffet? Being in a mixed episode for a prolonged period of time, I can’t hold on to the ride and bouncing between the highs and lows is leaving me bruised and bewildered
  • So, dear patient, welcome to the wonderful world where fibro and bipolar team up to keep you guessing and your doctors scratching their heads. Who needs clarity when you can have a medical mystery novel written by the masters of chaos themselves? Enjoy the ride!

Be kind to yourselves, and each other!

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Ok, one of these things has to stop

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Ok, it was fun for a minute. It was. I love when I first start being manic, especially after a long depression. I even like it at the beginning of the mixed episodes, its always helpful to get the bursts of energy and inspiration, but see, that’s generally as far as it gets me. I have used every single one of my spoons this week, hand washed them and used them again faster than I could restock them. I have started a lot of projects, I’ve even finished a few (case in point this website, go me!) but I’m just so wiped out!
But my brain is like’ ‘yeah sleep is cool and all but have you ever thought about having an existential crisis? Like for real, whats its all for?’

I don’t know damn it but I don’t think its a 2 am never sleep again problem.

‘Well it is now bitch, enjoy!’



Then today, I had a big thing planned that I wanted to get done. Do you want to know what got done? I went to feed my cat, before I got all invested in a new project. Opened the closet door and couldn’t remember what I went in there for so on autopilot because I can’t sit still I ripped out my dresser drawers and dumped everything. I rolled up all my underwear in one drawer, my bras into another, then the third I allocated to tank tops.

Side note, serious question, what do you guys put in drawers and what gets hung up? This is the third combo I have tried, I don’t wear socks often so I don’t have a lot of them so they aren’t getting their own drawer. Everything else gets hung up or folded and put on a shelf because I like everything out in the open so I can see whats clean, also sometimes if I don’t see it I forget I have it so I end up buying more of something.

So now, that’s clean why am I complaining? Well because I didn’t get what was originally on the agenda finished, or even started, because once I went off on the adventure of cleaning and rearranging it was a train that could not be stopped.

Then, it happened. I looked up and I was sitting in the middle of my closet, my bed was covered, the floor had piles of clothing I’d carefully picked up and folded, or was in a pile to put on a hanger, everything was going great and I was finding a home for everything and then that’s when I realized, I was just DONE. Like I thought I could seriously pass out right when I was because I had lost all my spoons! Like I started today with a deficit of spoons, which was why I’d planned to do other things, things that didn’t require me to go anywhere or do anything. I have hurt myself a number of ways this week, I just wanted to rest and let my body take a breath.

But it was not meant to be, I was mid-mess! So I finished up, not even going to lie, I didn’t go to autopilot but I certainly did a half assed job of it just to be done with it, which just means now I’ll have to redo it and now my closet IS really messy, because all I could do was throw those stacks of clothes right in there and shut the door, I am leaving it for future me to deal with but the overwhelming exhaustion snuck up on me and ambushed me. I know you can’t tell, but I’m very disappointed in myself.

So mania, I love you, I do, you are a fixture of my soul and I wouldn’t be me without you, but could you PLEASE, PLEASE take a small little rest, not a lot because I’d miss you but a little weekend off so I could finish, like, even just ONE of the projects I started I would be ever so grateful. Or, and follow me on this one, maybe my fibro could ease up for FIVE DAMN MINUTES, then me and my mania could go full out flip the house upside down and inside out and clean everything there is to clean? I would take either/or. In fact how about we turn the pain and exhaustion down to like a seven? I think I could get things done at a seven, ideally it would be a zero or one but you know, begging and choosing and all that. So more content is coming, engaging and thought provoking content, I hope anyway, until then if you need me I’ll be wide awake staring at the ceiling or curled into the fetal position into another mess of my own making lol. Be kind to yourself, and each other!

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Can I just get it popped back to normal like Barbie?

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Guys, I’m sorry, yesterday was CRAZY. It was my birthday which I told you about, but we also had our kid’s track meet, which if you’ve never been (because I hadn’t been. Not sure if you could tell this about me but one might say I have the athleticism and grace of a newborn giraffe on roller skates, so I did not participate in sports in high school) takes about 4 years hours and involves a lot of time waiting for it to be your kid’s event while kids stomp up and down the bleachers and there’s at least 4 other kids screaming then a small handful with their heads together giggling while there’s conversations simultaneously in every direction and your brain seems to latch on to a single word from each one of them collectively making NO fucking sense, bu… GEORGE!

We have to have some ground rules Sir, this is not sustainable. I’m here to tell a story, to make someone laugh even for a minute. You can’t keep interrupting me, its rude and disrespectful of these poor folks time.

Anyway, so before we went I wanted to zone for a bit and I figured I’d do the lawn, nice and sunny and before the heat of the day. All week I knew where I was going to go for birthday dinner. I was going to say the name but if the wrong person reads it I could be liable, I’ll have to research that. We’ll just say it was a BBQ place that I had been looking forward to going to for two weeks, it wasn’t as good as I remembered. Well, so it was already a low spoon day, I thought mowing might ‘recharge’ me since it does help me mentally. It did not. So I was almost out before we got there, but you know the drill, you soldier on. Then I had to walk. I had to walk far. SO far guys. Then METAL bleachers! I mean the nope’s were piling up.

I’m on a new med because of the eye (I don’t know if I showed you but I have something like a stye on my eye and we are trying the meds for three months to see if it responds.) I was told it might make me a little more sensitive to the sun. I was ill prepared for that situation too as it turns out, but at least that was easily rectified as daughter had sunscreen. I applied it too late of course so I felt every inch of me tighten. NOT A GOOD PLAN AHEAD-ER. I did wear a hat so I was kind of prepared, however, I neglected to consider my neck would be exposed. So I didn’t apply sunscreen. So yeah, today was maybe a 11 on the pain scale today. I’m finally coming out of it, I can tell when I’m on the upswing, no more down, in the words of T-Pain ‘we goin up!’
I’m concerned about my hip. Its pretty well constant pain now, and I get these blinding white hot flashes that will knock me down, so I’ve been debating getting shots, I know people who have had positive effects and those that had negative effects. Also this convo, it was hubby and I talking about it for the fiftieth time

I don’t know why it hurts so bad

Could it have anything to do with how you sit?

Why? I just sit normal

DO YOU though?

(that was all pics from today but all the way I normally sit. I almost always sit with one of my feet under me and yeah he’s not wrong lol)
So today was a recovery day all in all it was good, just a bit too much pain for my liking. I did discover something dangerous yesterday. Braums has dreamsicle shakes! Well its just orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream they don’t call it dreamsicle, its just half vanilla and half sherbet shake.
After I was able to sit down tonight I just found myself staring blindly somewhere in the general vicinity of the tv, nothing really notable but gang, listen to your body. Follow its cues. It will leave you so much happier at the end of the day. No one can know how you feel but you. I read somewhere theres a good percentage of people who go through life without any headaches. Thats UNFATHOMABLE to me. I bet something that was a 2 or 3 on a spoonie’s pain scale would be a 10 to them, they’d probably think they were dying. We are all different, perceive things different, experience things different. Til next time gang, take care of yourself, and each other.

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…. survey says… FLARE!

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Hey gang. I don’t have much to say today because today is a heavy pain day but I think tomorrow will be better. Well it will be because I said so and its my birthday and I intend to make it my bitch. Pain be damned I have shit to do! I even got whipped cream because I was going to make myself some birthday cupcakes, but I forgot to get the cupcakes. You know what’s really good? Apple cinnamon whipped cream, you make it with, DAMNIT GEORGE

Anyway, with my flare kicking my ass I haven’t been mustering up the energy to do anything other than put my head down and survive the last few days. I had plans to mow the yard but had to be alone this afternoon and we try and make sure he’s here if I’m outside. I might try for it tomorrow morning, which I know is dumb to do on my birthday but it gives me a deep sense of peace.
My leg/hip is the main source of problems. Its the side that took the brunt of the impact from the car accident, but its more front of my thigh. Its so weird, there’s got to be exposed nerves in there. As anyone with fibro will tell you, we’re limited in options of what even has a chance of working, but I’ve purposely limited my choices further. I’ve recently found that any ache or new pain I have brought to my doctors attention has gone very similar to this:
So, what brings you here today

Well I have a new ache, its (there’s a number but we’ll use my leg for this example), its usually at maybe a 2 or 3, like enough of an ache in the background to notice, but not to do anything about but recently it hasn’t gone below a 5 and will frequently jump up to a white hot eleven with no notice and its so severe I will fall down because of it, like just an absolute blinding pain, almost like somethings brushing against a nerve’

I swear she didn’t even look up, just nodded and put info into a chart.

Yes, I’m sorry, that’s part of fibro from what I understand, have you tried ice or this med or that or a combo…

Look ma’am I’ve had fibro for 16 years, I KNOW fibro pain, this is NEW.
Its fine. She’s probably right. I just feel like I’m not being heard and it adds to the pain and frustration until I’m walking around like a boiling tea kettle. But we’re managing. We got up. We ate something. We made a number of new products and we researched how to make 10 more.
Progress, any meaningful progress anyway, doesn’t happen over night, but it happens. I know this. I have seen it. I’ve done it. Just keep pushing forward my friends, its all we can do. Every once and a while reach your hand out, whether in need to or offer assistance, people care. You matter.
Tomorrow will be a good day. Til next time, stay kind to yourselves and each other.