r/MECFSsupport

Living with ME/CFS, I have spent many years fighting what is.
More recently, I’ve become curious about the fight itself.

Not trying to make it go away.
Not trying to become accepting.

Simply noticing how much energy goes into arguing with reality.

Sometimes that argument is loud.
Sometimes it is quiet.
Sometimes it disappears for a moment on its own.

I don’t know if this is happiness.
But there are moments when the struggle relaxes.

And in those moments, life feels a little lighter.

Am I the only one that feels this. Been a decade since my diagnosis, lately the smallest things affects me. Sometimes a full crash, some days just that lacromose feeling of dread. Rains, I'm down, gets cold, heats up, same thing, I have to recover. The smallest exterior input on my body and mind and I'm knocked back a peg. Doesn't help that I'm blind, not because of CFS/Me, but another medical condition. Supportive family, but this is getting me down.

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