I am new to this forum and to sharing about this illness. I was diagnosed in 2009, but refused to acknowledge that I have fibromyalgia until about 2 months ago. I never told anyone I had it and I convinced myself I didn't. Every time I feel good, I think that I am going to feel good forever. I guess I reason that as quickly as it came on, it is just as quickly moving away from me. I confess that I convince myself that I am well, am done with this crap. I confess that I have denied this illness for 5 years. I have so much hope and desire for this to all be gone, that I actually believe that one day it will be. I don't want to give up on that hope. My confession is that I am living with fibromyalgia. I confess that despite knowing for 5 years I still can't believe that it is true though I suffer just about daily. I am shocked to be living this life, yet I do it everyday. HOPE, I confess that I have an abundant amount of hope and it keeps me going. Silly Me. Wonderful Me. Hopeful Me. Sad Me. I confess that I love me and I will never give up hope. I confess to sometimes feeling desperate and that does not look good on me.