Life Colored Ink

Pain: 7 out of 10 Worked: 3 hours Sleep: 3 hours Sammy, my cat, loves his new cat grass I bought for him the other day. It looks like it has been mangled with how much he has eaten. Sammy also likes the new toy that I got him. It has a bee on a string attached to a dowel. He is a pleasure and a pain and I wouldn't change him. He likes to pull things off my nightstand and to eat paper while I try to sleep. He knows it annoys him and I'll try to get him to leave my room which might eventually involve a treat for cooperation. He has me trained well. I have brightened my bedroom and thus my days with a new comforter set. I have noticed that as the years of living with depression go on, I have come to appreciate color more every day. Small things really make all the difference in living a more joyful life.

Today I went home early from work. I'm very grateful to have such an understanding boss. I came home to lay down for a bit during my lunch, but the pain that I experience everyday now just wouldn't abate. It feels like it is getting worse. It is frustrating to think that you finally have one aspect of your life getting better, only to have something come along that makes what was happening before seem like it was nothing. To expound on my situation, here is a bit of some background. I have Fibromyalgia. It manifested when I was seventeen. It is a lovely disease that we are still trying to figure out, but the main part is that I'm in pain all the time. Up until recently it hasn't been too bad compared to what my Mom and brother, Jordan, are experiencing. I could get through the day pretty okay, and ignore most of what I was feeling. Along with the Fibromyaglia, I also have depression. I've never had it extensively tested, so I don't know if there is any fur