We were watching TV again, something we do when we are trying to think of how our camper roof is not falling off and our family unit is not missing a piece.  That’s when the commercial, for the billionth time, about fibromyalgia came on.

On the outside, I look normal.  But inside, the pain is real.

The lady in the commercial turns transparent, and the pain is marked and moving with red lines through her muscular blue skeleton body.

“On the outside, I look normal, because my pain is only in my head,” I say.

“What?” my Someone asks.

“My pain,” I explain, “it is only in my head.”

My Someone pauses.

“In your head?”

“In my head.”

“In your head,” he says definitively, “That’s still a real place.”