This is a phrase that we use a lot for any illness. Even when someone passes away we often say “they gave up the fight” or worse “they lost the fight”. I always thought of this as an internal approach where the body literally fights the illness. Just this past week I realized, I actually fight fibromyalgia. I fight it so I can work. I fight it so I can sleep. I fight it so I can exercise. It’s a constant fight and a constant battle. I’m saying this not to brag but for the other fibromites out there who may feel like no one else sees how difficult everything is, or how much work it takes to even appear half way normal. Even the little things that you do are amazing when you have to fight for every bit of it.