The “Princess and the Pea” is Diagnosed with Fibromyalgia

CJLifeIsRosyI’m convinced the princess didn’t feel the pea under that stack of mattresses because she had some princess “spidey” skills or keen princess detection abilities, but because she had Fibromyalgia.

She wouldn’t have been diagnosed back then because the medical community is just now catching up with what thousands of men and women have been saying for decades, “We hurt!”

I’m definitely no princess with fine linens, and my bedding and sheets tend to look like a pack of wolves were fighting for their territory, but when I lay down, I can feel even the tiniest crease in my fitted sheet when it touches the sides of my leg. My nerve endings scream, “Get away from me, Pea!” Then I have to flatten out all the wrinkles trying to steal my sleep.

It’s pretty ridiculous really. Sometimes when the pain is at full speed, my sheets can look more like a snake pit than a comfortable place to rest my body. A piece of string on my leg can feel like a burning metal wire searing my skin. Every crack, crevice and wrinkle becomes my mortal enemy. If I was on that stack of mattresses, that pea may have felt like a bowling ball.

The one thing I know to be true about Fibromyalgia is that it is just my human cross to bear this side of Eden.  In the DNA lottery passed down from generation to generation, I hit the screaming in pain, nerve-endings-on-fire disease jackpot. I also know that it won’t last forever.  It won’t be my eternity.  It won’t define me as a person. And it won’t change my place as a child of God.

We are all dealt a DNA hand of one form or another. What we do with it and how we respond to it is what shapes our lives. I must admit I didn’t respond very graciously while going through the “What in the world is happening to me?” process and most of that time I can honestly say I wasn’t seeking God for help or guidance. I was just plain mad.

It’s been ten years since my diagnosis and many more years since I knew something wasn’t right. I’ve now gained perspective. Through this process, I’ve learned that I need God. When trying times hit, I need to move closer to Him, not further away. Fibromyalgia has steered my life in many different directions, but it has also helped me. I’m stronger mentally. I’ve learned to humble myself and ask for help. I rely heavily on my Father to meet my every need. Even though my body dictates what I will accomplish in a day, it doesn’t stop me from doing God’s will.

Our adversities sometimes they bring us to our knees, but I wouldn’t trade a day of pain if it meant going back to the person I was — the person who thought she knew Christ, but really didn’t. I’ve been refined through the fire. How about you?

cropped-20170305-img_36321CRISTA CRAWFORD is a Speech-Language Pathologist and Reading Specialist with a Bachelor of Arts, Master of Science and Master of Arts in Education with an Emphasis in Reading, who works in a middle school.

She is mother of two and stepmother of four with a Noah’s Ark of two guinea pigs, two cats and two dogs. Her husband grew up in the country and believes all animals should live outside. Crista grew up in the city and feels all animals should live inside. They compromised. The animals live indoors, but none are allowed to sleep in their beds. 

Crista is the author of The Full Armor of God and the Workbook Companion for The Full Armor of God. 

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5 Comments Leave a comment

  1. Oh, Crista, thank you for writing this. Over these past 30 years I have often called FM the “Princess and the Pea” disease! It is hard to explain to others but you have done a wonderful job! May God continue to draw you close as you navigate these dark waters.
    With love and understanding,
    Barbara Coleman

  2. Dear Crista,
    Thank you for your encouraging words, especially these: “When trying times hit, I need to move closer to Him, not further away. Fibromyalgia has steered my life in many different directions, but it has also helped me.” When those waves of Fibro pain & weariness hit, sometimes it feels like the last thing I can do is move closer to God, but He is already right there waiting! Blessings to you on this shared journey!

  3. Bettie, Thank you so much for your comment. You are definitely not alone. On the days I really hurt, I feel like an injured animal who wants to hide from everyone-including God. Since I am so focused on my pain and discomfort, I tend to falter in my worship of Him. When we do look upwards toward Him, we are forced to look outside of ourselves rather than stoking the fires of what is happening internally. It is easier to say than do at times. Good thing His love never falters! I pray for shared comfort in the arms of our Dad.

  4. Hi Crista,
    I too have often reflected on that nursery story, as my daughters have called me the princess with the pea for years!
    Then came the diagnosis of Chronic ill health, one being Fibromyalgia… that was 13 years ago now. My physician believed it was the stress & trauma over my life, one being the loss of my son & then my daughter a year apart from each other. Then years later my husband dying of brain cancer 12 weeks after being diagnosed with the cancer.
    Fibromyalgia came to stay, I agree though it is a blessing in disguise as I have such precious times of restoration with my Heavenly Father now!
    I’m a blogging newbie, I have just started my blog at , drop by with your favorite hot beverage, add a tasty treat of deliciousness & reflect with me for awhile, you will be most welcome. 🙂

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