I have fibromyalgia. There — I’ve said it. I don’t bring it up often, but today feels like the right moment. It began quietly, as these things tend to do. A dull ache in my left arm while playing the harp. No obvious cause. No clear explanation. Just pain, showing up uninvited and refusing to leave. Over time, the stiffness in my fingers grew harder to ignore. Then one day — or perhaps gradually, and I simply hadn’t wanted to notice — I could no longer play the piano. Or the