After 12 years with FMS, I thought I'd be used to it by now. But I still cry when I try to talk about it. Physically and mentally I am a total wreck. I miss working with and talking to people! But I dread talking to anyone ... I dread going out of the house ... so I don't. Being "house bound" is really all I'm comfortable with anymore. I can't concentrate on anything ... I just seem to loose things ... including thoughts. I suffer with bouts of amnesia and terrible nightmares. I'm tired of feeling this way. I have a wonderful husband but I still feel very alone. I have balance