If you could be present, you’d do great.
(Anyone else feel like that is the story of their life?)
My un-fibro self screams at this. Positively berates me. You can do better, just get a lot more sleep/exercise/vitamins. You aren’t trying hard enough. and a whole other slew of impolite criticisms.
But honestly, all I want is a good hug. Someone to do my nails. And to go to the zoo.