Chronic Fatigue

I wrote this awhile ago about Chronic Fatigue. The funny thing is, I wrote it and then... Forgot. I found it several weeks later on my cloud. Chronic fatigue is not something that you choose. It’s something that happens to you, like a major car accident, or cancer. You can’t wish yourself well — no amount of “manifesting” will make it go away. If you’re lucky, you discover the underlying cause and treat it. But for most of us, we will never know why we suffer. And suffer we do. I am less affected than others — chronic fatigue can be worse than the side effects from chemo — but some days, weeks, months, are worse than others. Chronic fatigue is waking up more tired than you went to sleep. It is grinding exhaustion, a kind of bone-tired that most people never experience. It is calculating whether you have enough energy to climb the stairs more than once a day, it is never going outside the house for days at a time, it is lying down after taking a shower because you’re worn out and can’t get dressed. Chronic fatigue robs you of fun, steals your joy, tramples you under the hooves of a thousand hordes and then asks you to cook dinner and do the dishes as if nothing had happened. There is nothing good about chronic fatigue.