Welcome,
Michelle~
I know it sounds trite, but I try to count my blessings. Now, that being said, I still have my moments...I'm new to fibro, but have had rheumatoid arthritis since I was in my twenties, so I know what it means to have an abrupt change in my abilities. It just plain stinks, and to this day (I'm 52), I still don't like having to ask for help, but I've learned that sometimes there's no choice.
I do try to do as much as I can myself, and sometimes that means breaking tasks up into smaller bits and doing them over time. As Debbie says, this kind of thing forces us to learn patience...at least when we're taking the high road. I've had many moments in my life where I just snapped and had a hissy-fit, but when it was all over, nothing had changed, so I don't do that much anymore.
It will take time to get used to the "new" you, but it will happen. It's not easy, and there are no magic words, but letting it all out in places like this with people who understand is really helpful. Good luck to you.
Robin, love your poem...so true!!