This is a bit of an unusual post as it does not concern the physical challenges ect. of the various ailments we all share or the different treatments or anything like that; this is my thank you I suppose, for a place to mentally reside and be served and to serve in return. * Three years ago, the first night this now 53 year old woman had been separated from dear 'late in life' son, was in pain, nausea, vomiting, in and out of the local hospital; four years into a SSDIB claim, post divorce and a lifelong depressive. I was ready to do anything...I thought of going to the hospital lobby just to not be alone. I became a mother at 19 and my son is now 11....fantastic multi-careers; all the things you have to say...when I was struck like lightning that would not leave. I was once inch from going over the edge (with true clinical depression, the effects are no different than having a tooth absess...there is nothing you can do to affect it except with whatever medication or treatment is available). * I had not used the "new" type computer's....but I struggled on my sons that lonely Friday night and searched for FMS and of all the options I picked up this one. * Jackie F., Jazzie, Patty, Stephen and surely others, held my hand that night and for many nights as I began to come to terms with a chronic disease. * I am still coming to terms three years later! Right before my "crash" I even thought...WOW maybe I don't have "it". My doc sort of looked at me quizzically and grinned. I guess he knew sometimes this happens. Denial must run deep at times when we feel on the brink of our former selves. * Well, I called the local "hospital"...no support group for those with Chronic illnesses....their social worker contacted the other agencies and NONE had a support group for those of us with chronic illness. So * Here I am once more. Shirl and Mikie are my lifelines on the board. They were here when I was up and then down, then way down. * I am addressing this because a group of like people is a very necessary part of the treatment of any chronic illness. Until a medical breakthrough or miracle, we must seek wellness but be mindful that we have a chronic illness and many who love us cannot even accept that...so they offer no support but put distance between "me and thee". * Well, that's my message. For me, having "you" here for those times of unsecurity, is medicine. I always say there are no mysteries only things we don't yet understand...I did not originate the above...I got it from TXRose..also a periodic visitor/member and fellow survivor. * If anyone reads this, as I know it is quit long on words, I give you a thank you and renew my efforts to be here for those who may need info I may have...especially on those long lonely weekends. Love & thank you...CactusLil'