Chronic Fatigue Syndrome is one of those diseases that’s difficult to diagnose.
The truth is, I exist in some sort of twilight myself, my energy waxing and waning, my mind at first vigilant and hungry, and then skulking like a whipped animal into a dark corner as if it’s been reprimanded.
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What I want to say is that 30 years ago my body rebelled; it went haywire after a seemingly ordinary virus, one of those three-day affairs where you know you have the flu, the kind that leaves you aching and fatigued and fevered for a day or two, and then miraculously departs, your body no worse for the wear. Except, in my case, the release never came.