A personal account on how the pandemic affects those living with an invisible chronic illness.
It was like an elephant living inside my skull. Heavy. Too big to be there.
Posted on March 11, 2019
by Isabel Tyldesley
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When I tell people I have Fibromyalgia a lot of people stare blankly, or go “I’m so sorry” or, “I can’t even imagine” – sometimes it’s a combination of all three. Of course, it’s pretty difficult to understand what it’s like to have something you don’t have. I’m hoping that, after reading this, you’ll empathise somewhat.