and a healthy eating group, hence less posting here generally.
It’s tricky though, because 43t has the benefit of anonymity.
Since I’ve been diagnosed I’ve been hopeful that I’d receive medical support, only to be disappointed.
It seems that CFS is just a label they put onto a grouping of symptoms they don’t have any idea what the cause of them is. Many medical professions believe it’s a psychological illness. I know the days I’m too depressed to get out of bed, and the days in which I’m too ill to get out of bed. They’re different.
I’m tired, tired of being tired, tired of not knowing the cause of my illness, tired of being on a restrictive diet that’s so healthy it’d have the average person running multiple marathons in a day…
And I’m tired of not getting medical help with it. Tired of being dismissed by doctors.
Tired of not being able to work. Tired of letting people down.
Just tired physically, mentally and emotionally..
and we’ve created a really good relationship, one that is loving and supporting and fun for both of us, that’s what I’d call a success!!
I still have my doubts, but they come from my own self worth and shame, when I feel bad about myself I feel bad about him- because if he loves me, and I’m shit, he must be shit too. Thankfully though, I know that’s not reality.
I enjoy sharing my life with L, he’s lovely, we laugh, smile, have fun and cry together. I feel like we’re a team, and that is very very precious!