Do you ever go through periods in your life when nothing seems to work out? You leave the freezer door open overnight, bang your shin twice in a week, or ugly cry at the supermarket because they’ve run out of your favorite brand of oat milk. No? Just me then?
Lately, just doing the basics of what is considered “adulting” feels like an uphill climb. It may be a short trip to the shops, walking my dog, or a slow jog to stay sane, but when attempting them all, or even one at a time, I feel like a vehicle with no fuel. It’s like my legs are made of lead, or someone is grabbing me by my shoulders and pushing me down into the ground. The brain fog that comes with all of this means I keep making silly mistakes, missing appointments, and misplacing important paperwork.
Emotionally, trying to keep up with the world is exhausting.
In the past month, I’ve had up to three medical appointments per week. And yet I feel that my symptoms aren’t being looked at to the degree they require.
Most essentially, not a single doctor has said anything about my chronic fatigue. They just accept it as another of my complaints and move on to the next.
What chronic fatigue can feel like:
- A severe lack of energy
- Brain fog, dizziness, headaches
- An inability to focus
- Heavy limbs
- Painful joints and muscles
- A fast or irregular heartbeat
Currently, I am experiencing all of the above. Even writing this column is proving to be a mammoth challenge. My eyelids feel heavy, my arms can barely type, and I am struggling to find the right words.
Life with a chronic disease like endometriosis is akin to running a marathon on a slippery road. I keep falling down and getting up, managing to place one foot in front of the other very carefully, yet I hit the ground again.
So, basically, I’m giving up the fight.
Giving up does not mean shunning medical treatment to manage my symptoms, but it does involve accepting that my current state could benefit from self-kindness and little resistance.
I won’t be sending any Christmas cards this year because it’s one more thing to do when moving into my new flat, plus feeding myself and my dog, Jarvis, are taking up all of my energy. Forcing myself to run if my limbs won’t cooperate is out of the question. I will earn less money due to my minimal productivity, and that, while not ideal, is just how things are right now.
Fighting chronic fatigue can feel like a losing battle.
Living with a super limited amount of energy can be extremely frustrating. It’s no surprise I am not smiling much lately. My physical health is kicking my butt, and making jokes about it, or seeing the lighter side, is something I often do for others. Truthfully, it’s not the best approach for my own health.
Giving myself permission not to smile feels liberating. Telling myself that it’s OK to stay quiet if speaking is too taxing feels like a treat.
If you also suffer from chronic fatigue, this festive season, give yourself the gift of doing less, or very little. Life with endometriosis, or any chronic condition, requires heaps of self-care, and it starts with slowing down — a lot.
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