I feel like a completely different person than who I was this time last year. For such a long time I tried to force myself to find a community, to fit in, to go to a church, to find friends, to meet 'The One' - or even 'The Group' - and I was met with a wall. Pain. Just pain. No matter what I did, or how I did it, I could not move pass that wall. So I gave up. I told God that I was throwing all that at his feet and it was his problem to deal with. I couldn't take it anymo

I still remember the day I saw the poster to become a Host Parent hanging on the oddly placed community notice board at Aberfoyle Hub. I say oddly placed because it was near the toilets, but I suppose, I always did stop to read it - so perhaps it was correctly placed...

These past couple of days I've really had to knuckle down and push past a fear barrier of mine. The new gym I've been attending has been a bit busier over the school holidays/Easter break, and I don't deal well with - er - people.

Fibromyalgia is very deceptive. Sometimes I feel great - that I could take on the world, that I'm finally recovered....