The Unseen

I remember the first time I told someone (close to me) that I felt abnormally tired. And how it was dismissed, without thought.

[even after my diagnoses of CFS, it got nothing more than, acknowledgement]

I get angry when someone tells me, I should be doing something, based on how they feel and their ability to do it.

Once again, I am feeling the extreme fatigue I felt, the day I knew, something was wrong.

You know how it feels to have, brain fog?

That’s been my life for years.

[affects every part of my body]

The fatigue, like the year I had to stop working, feels as extreme as it did then.

And like then, daily task, are wearing me out.

So, Blood work, MRI, etc.

I’m blessed to have people in my life, that know me. That love me and don’t judge me.

Unike the people that give me dirty looks, on the rare times, I decide to use the handicap parking space (handi tags) because I’m exhausted and I need to.

And the ones that judge me, when I have to cancel. You can hear it, in their voice.

[assuming you’re lazy. Not knowing, that as fatigued as you are, you can’t stop doing. And you work. Around the house, a friends house. To exhaustion. And the cycle, continues]

Don’t f%^king judge me!

I’m tired, to the umph, degree.

The unknown, unseen.

It’s a blessing in knowing.

At least it’s an answer.

I don’t fear an answer.

I pray for one.

I’m tired lord.

Really tired.

Yvette