It hurts. My body hurts. My head pounds. My neck, shoulders, calves, and hips feel heavy. Yet somehow, I press on. Through the pain, agony, and misery, I find the motivation to do what I must.
As much as I probably need a break, I can’t always let my illness beat me down. Over the last few years, I placed a plethora of motivating factors in place to drag my hide out of bed even on the worst days.
Trust me. Fibromyalgia can be a bitch. The fatigue and chronic pain does a number on the strongest person. On the flip side, I have a lot of people who now depend on me. I have a family now, a relationship, a home, clients, and a business. Every morning while laying in bed, I gauge my symptoms. I allow myself a few minutes to adjust and loosen up. During this time, all of those factors cross my mind, and the vast majority of times it gives me enough of a push to get my ass out of bed.
I built these purposes into my daily life. They give me not only overall fulfillment but daily motivation. That doesn’t take away from the fact that I will enjoy the upcoming weekend when I can finally take a well-deserved break.
-The Caring Counselor
The Caring Counselor 
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