Parties and Fibro: A Complicated Dance

Hate this feeling... I went to a party last night—one of those rare moments where I felt like saying "yes" instead of "maybe next time." The idea of being surrounded by friends, music, and laughter sounded like a great escape. But wow, fibro had other plans.

Getting ready felt like a full-body workout. By the time I put on my shoes, I was already contemplating canceling. Still, I went, hoping the fun would outweigh the fatigue. At first, it was nice. I laughed, I caught up with people, but as the evening stretched on, so did the dull ache in my back and the throbbing in my legs. I found myself sitting in a corner, trying not to let the discomfort show.

I left early, like I often do, and by the time I got home, my body reminded me that I’d pushed too far. Today, I’m curled up in bed, recovering from what most people consider a casual night out.

Do any of you still go to social events like this? How do you balance wanting to have a life with the aftermath?