It would be liked that certain day is deleted of our memory. Acute pains, physical and mental sufferings which are anchored in our genetic memory. Dubious words and little backed up speeches of the medical community, medical diagnoses unresolved, ineffective drugs which weigh on our moral. The feeling to be an object of fair and a real feeling to age prematurely in a brutal way, without the least harbinger while being insulated, being delivered to its sad fate. The fibromyalgia imprisons you, captures you, steals you your intimacy and your dignity, bores you up to date, then constrained and subjected to deepest of your me interior to undergo its repeated attacks. It appears without preventing, attacks part of the body, then with the other, wraps themselves, twists themselves around our being, of the head to the foot, threads with deepest of your bodies by leaving indelible traces than any doctor, neither allopathic She imprisons us, solidifies us, returns to us dependent on her crises, a such small soldier devoted to her capricious orders. It transforms us and models us in a new envelope. Our being, a such robot, is then covered with a rigid, heavy and inflexible armour. It can be also connected with the life of an astronaut in his spacesuit. The muscles are inflated and stiffened like a wood end. The heavy and left gestures deprived of flexibility are painful. The difficulty in moving is immense. The suffering is daily. Slowness invades us. The muscular force weakens and becomes exhausted. The stretching is impossible. Our body - until with at the time our ally becomes a source of unimaginable constraints. It is modelled like a robot whose reactions as jerked as slow and limited stick to imprison us with the ninetieth stages tree of our life. Physical comfort becomes a sad remote memory. The feeling of premature ageing of the body is immediate. The worst is than the practice must take the step on all its physical and mental sufferings. The body is accustomed and adapted then inevitably to the difficulties and incapacities. The fibromyalgia attacks at any age, in all the social layers, and indifferently of the sex and the place of residence on our beautiful terrestrial sphere. Which is this ignored, invisible, underhand evil and so powerful which steals us twenty years of your life in a quarter of second and does hostage of a destiny return to us which does no belong to us ? Within this gaol, my glance exhausted per as well sufferings escapes from day to day through the sharp-edged bars to contemplate the goal as I fixed myself to reach inaccessible star: my freedom. Suffering from fibromyalgia for one decade, I have wish to make share my own experience through my book and bring some advices to soften his own life with the daily newspaper. I found the solution to gain twenty years and to recover a good health, my vitality and my youth. This book is intended to the people reached of fibromyalgia, and interested by this disease.
