Have Mercy - Please?

[Guest guest]

I'm asking nicely. Those of you needling each other over the pettiest

of things need to look at what you are doing. No, I'm not a

moderator. Shoot, I'm not more than a member here. Kristy (sorry if I

get your name wrong) and - WolfPoet and I know there's

another, but darned if I can remember which one you would be.

We are ALL suffering pain in OUR OWN WAYS. How we handle it is VERY

PERSONAL. Some of us have super powerful drugs. Some of us use herbs,

some of us use over the counter junk and some of us use mind/body

connection and spiritual means. We should be kind to each of those

methods, and respect how people react to posts, not blow everything

out of proportion and send people running to hide in caves, under

rocks, and in corners. ALL of us need to do this.

I don't know if it's the weather outside turning us into beasts, or

the monster we all live with, whether it be fibro, one of its many

cousins, or cancer and one if its manifestations, or whatever else,

including PTSD and other situations we are suffering. I don't know if

it's outside stress, like family members being jerks or co-workers

with the brain capacity of gnats. I don't care. We all have a COMMON

THREAD here. We share pain, and need support in that pain, in a

misunderstood, misrepresented, mistreated disease known as

FIBROMYALGIA, POLYMIALGIA, CHRONIC FATIGUE SYNDROME or whatever it

may be.

I serve as moderator/owner of a sister group to this one and

moderator on another sister group as well. I have had arguments on

every subject, have been slammed on all sides to take a side, and I

WON'T do that. I may not be a moderator here, and may have little

more than a chance in hell to be heard, but please HAVE MERCY on

yourselves and the rest of us.

MERCY - showing sympathy and consideration of the plight of others.

I'm willing to show this to each and every one of you. You are my

friends, and part of my extended family. Sure, we are going to have

our bad days, and they can be our worst of days too for that matter.

Consider this, if you wouldn't talk to your great grandma the way you

react to something here, wait until you digest what's being said, or

ask a simple question. I ask questions here all the time. It's how I

live with this chaos. It's how I survive the misunderstanding

received from family members that have no idea what it feels like to

be in this kind of pain. It's how I survive the amount of denial I

experience when my parents watch me double over in pain and snort in

disgust or my sister says, sit up straight, you're playing me. If I

were playing, I'd snicker. No one's laughing here.

A. Neff