I’m completely exhausted. Four years before getting diagnosed with Fibromyalgia (Fall 2021) I went through menopause and it obliterated my sleep. I have been dealing with insomnia (having gone days without sleep at a time) all that time, but in the last year when all this pain started (Fall 2020)) made my sleeping issues worse because chronic pain makes sleeping very difficult. Over the past year with my sleep getting worse and me being exhausted and in pain, I inadvertently set up a new problem: sleep performance anxiety. It’s an actual thing! I am now dealing with anxiety about going to bed. For the last month I have been experimenting with CBD gummies and oils. Particularly Delta 8, as it is proven to help sleep. So far so good. However; one can never make up for lost sleep. As a result, it has impacted my ability to have any energy. I have to rehome the dog we adopted last August because I’m too exhausted to care for her properly. She is a 18 month old Siberian Husky. I’m heartbroken. I love Huskies. Got my first one when I was 11. I’m 55 and yeah, that is really me at 55 in my profile picture. I look so happy there, but we Fibro folks know how to act. Anyway, I knew the kind of energy requirements my dog would need. I was so convinced I’d be able to take care of her, hike her through the woods, take her to all the dog parks. I live north of Atlanta, GA and it is beautiful here. There are so many hiking trails, creeks, and the Chattahoochee River nature preserve with trails. I love walking and hiking and but now it completely wears me out. Almost everything is dog friendly. Yet, I have zero energy for anything else after taking out my dog. I don’t have money for doggy daycare or dog walkers. I have quite literally set my health gains backwards because of adopting this dog. My last Husky died a year and half ago, I thought I could handle it again. The thing is my last Husky was 10 years but old when she died. I forgot how much energy they have at 1 year. I thought all of he needs would help me with my fibro. Get me out and moving. It’s had the opposite effect, I wake up with my stomach painfully roiling with anxiety about whether I can walk her or be able to drive her to the dog park. I realized, about a week ago, that I can’t keep her. It’s not fair to either of us. So, my sweet fluffy girl is going back to her foster mom this Wednesday: 1/26. I feel like a horrible failure and I’m going to miss her, but my husband said to see it more that I gave her a lot of love, training, stability that her eventual family will benefit from greatly. She had been rescued from the woods. She was starving. No collar no microchip. Her original owner could not be found. Her weight is now appropriate and she is so beautiful and loving and I don’t doubt she’ll find a good home. It’s this blasted fibro, with all the pain and the continued ruination of my sleep that just keeps wrecking my life. I feel overwhelmed by everything. Fibromyalgia and it associated issues have completely changed my life, and not for the better. So I totally get not being able to deal with most of anything.