When you are a kid, no one tells you how hard adulthood will be. They don’t point out the perfect life and tell you how to go out there and get it. No one tells you about the hurdles and curves, or the sadness and adversity. They sure don’t tell you that rheumatoid arthritis (RA) and fibromyalgia can strike when you are a young parent in your early thirties. They don’t tell you how tough being a single parent with illness is, or that you have to worry about your family’s income if you get seriously sick, and there is no one around to help you.
No one ever warned me about the obstacles life and chronic illness would throw, and maybe, that was a good thing. After all, despite all the challenges and stresses of life and chronic illness, I do know I am happy most of the time.
To be honest, I don’t have an articulate way to explain what it was like going from being an active young mother to being someone with two debilitating and crippling diseases. It was just downright awful and to make matters worse, my illnesses, in some part, contributed to the dissolution of my marriage and me becoming a single parent.