I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I've realized that when I got sick with fibro and everything else, I had to give up a lot of my dreams/interests simply because I couldn't do them anymore. For example, I had wanted to work in Deaf Education for years, but I could no longer keep up in my education classes (I was barely 20 when I first got sick), plus trying to learn ASL was a joke. My hands just didn't work like that anymore. Anyway, what I realized the other day is that instead of finding other things to fill the holes left by giving up some of my interests, I filled the hole with being sick. I became consumed with fibro and everything involved with that. I know it's good to be informed, but I think I got a little obsessed. It's like it defined who I was. And the ironic thing is that I hate when other people treat me like I'm sick and there's nothing more to me than that, but that's how I was treating myself. So, I'm wondering...well, first, has anyone else felt this way? And if so, what did you do to change your way of thinking? How do you find a balance between "real" life and being sick? Where do you draw the line? I hope this makes sense--it's a rather foggy day today!