A little more than a year ago I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. I wasn't overly surprised since I had been feeling less than good for a long time. The feeling when the doctor told me was very similar to the feeling I got when I was told there was no heartbeat when I was pregnant and when I was told I will never have more children. The words were heavy and light in the same moment as a piece of my heart shattered. The words changed me, my life, my world. That same day a lot of thoughts, memories, and questions flew through my mind. I sat on my bedside and felt betrayed by my body, betrayed by time and betrayed by life. I will never be cured, at least not as things are now. I might go into remission, some do, but the illness will still be there. When I went to bed that night my childhood came back to me....