The pain limits you, to the point where you can't be the person you used to be.
I was always a Busy Bee in my home, "A place for everything & everything in its place".
Not anymore, the pain is so debilitating, that the Depression takes over.
You wish you could get up in the morning & say I'm going to do this & this & that. But there are days where you CAN'T DO ANYTHING. And your depression, just takes over for the next days, until you feel some relief from the pain. Then that day you do so much, that you will be down with immense pain for days, because you overexerted yourself and the cycle begins again. Your depression, just gets the best of you.
This disease is UNRELENTLESS.

Depression comes with Fibromyalgia because I am in constant pain. It's there waking up you up, not letting you rest or sleep well. Keeping you from doing & enjoying the things you used to. Taking so much from you and ruining your life. Keeping you from taking care of your home and your family. It's the day after day after day the same relentless torture. It's a constant fight to keep depression from taking over. It is your constant shadow, looms over you, whispering in your ears comments like you can't do this, just give up, life has nothing for you now. You're useless now. I must constantly push this away. Keep fighting. Never surrender.

I agree that pain, which causes isolation and incapacity can result in depression. I also believe our loss of capacity effects our ability to have the same purpose/meaning that we had pre fibro. Some of us had jobs, some volunteer work, for some that purpose was to raise healthy, happy children. It could be being the breadwinner in the family.. it could be anything that made you get up in the morning. A lot of us can't do those things anymore ~ in the same way. I believe that we can find new ways to live a life with purpose. We can do things at home in bed even.... like addressing envelopes for a charity of your choice. A lot of non profits who do mass mailouts for donations would love to have some help addressing and stuffing envelopes. Gift wrapping at Xmas for a your local Christmas Appeal, call the non profits around you or that fit with a special interest you have, and ask what they need. I have personally struggled with having to give up my work in social services and volunteer work that were both with persons with mental health and addiction issues. We provided emergency, progressive and long term housing, a drop in centre, support and referral services, advocacy etc. When I was no longer able to work there, I worked and volunteered with women with addictions, then with homeless seniors. After that, while I could still push through the pain, the brain fog made me unemployable (despite my not being considered disabled by our government). So I was suddenly without purpose and without income. It's been a struggle since then to find my niche. I do bits and pieces as I can, but am still working on finding something steady. The grieving of the loss of capacity continues as I develop more symptoms. I know what it means in the Bible where it says that the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
The other thing is acceptance. I've had Fibro for quite a few years and I still struggle with this.... I'm in a program where their text says that our level of serenity is in direct proportion to our level of acceptance. I believe that. It's true for me.
Wow, get me going and it's hard to stop. If you read this entire missive, I hope something helps.♡♡

I agree that pain causes depression and isolation because we stay home when in extreme pain so we get depression and feel isolated.its a vicious circle,the more you isolate the more you feel depressed,and pain is a huge component for depression,hope that makes sense,to me it makes a lot of sense 💜💜💜

I believe you're totally correct on that. I repeatedly told my dr. that if I didn't hurt so much, and could actually be and feel productive I wouldn't be depressed. not only your self worth is affected, but I went through long periods off and on over loosing parts of myself, of not being able to do and enjoy what I use to. Since I couldn't sustain a full work day or think well enough due to the distraction of the pain, I had to stop my work as a nurse of 38 yrs, and I grieved a loss of my identity. Counseling helped me, and its been 5 yrs since I "retired", and I'm finally liking myself again, in a new way. I joke with a friend that being productive is totally overrated! (but I secretly still envy her energy)