How I Found Peace with Fibromyalgia

I was living and working in Sonora, California, and everything seemed to be going relatively well. I was still healing from a very emotionally damaging divorce that had left me reeling, a failed business and a business partner who took advantage of me and my money, short-lived relationship following my divorce that left me even more emotional baggage to deal with and long time friendship that had ended, tragically, over money and bogus loyalties. I had drawn pretty far into myself and wasn’t the boisterous, fun loving guy that I had always been. In fact I’d have to say I’d become rather timid and afraid to take risks. Sadly, I spent the majority of my time alone while in Sonora, isolated from other people, though I did have friends who tried to pull me out and get me socializing again. One very helpful friend would invite me to come party with her on the weekends and was extremely kind in getting me out of myself. I took to drinking with her and friends on the weekends; drinking way too much in fact. But I was having fun.

Then I started noticing that I was feeling sick quite a bit. Not “stay in bed I have a cold” kind of sick. Just kind of overall feeling bad. It’s a hard sensation to describe. It’s like your entire body has a run down sick feeling and at times it was joined by body aches, a flu like body ache that pervaded my entire system. Also frequent headaches and backaches in the upper shoulder area, feelings of vertigo and nausea and a lot of other symptoms that came and went from time to time at random. I was beginning to think I was just falling apart and that the years of abusing my body partying and drinking were beginning to catch up with me.