I am trying to LIVE with FM, to reclaim the mom I know I am, the wife my husband married, the poet who writes poetry-- the one working toward the missions I sometimes doubt I could have ever been called to. It's hard. I know it could be worse, I know it could be better, but it still hurts. I am thankful even though I am sad to know you are here because FM has hurt you, too. I will try to not lose hope and to fight and I will pray for you. We all know there will be a lot of trial and error and a lot of dead ends. We must be grateful for each victory. We are SICK, not crazy, not on purpose.