Within the first year of living with Fibromyalgia my life changed. The first things to fall away were my Church based extra-curricular activities. I gave everything I had to my job. As they were paying me, it morally seemed the right thing to do. Next my working hours dropped before finally, after a triple flare-up, I had to give up my job. You can read more about it in the post about being dismissed
. Before I knew it, I lived through fiction.