A post about getting through those moments you ask yourself: "What fresh hell is this?", or beg, "Not again, please!" and, "When Food Is The Enemy" Recently, yesterday I guess it was, but it seems eons ago, I managed to poison myself. Not in the typical, swallow something toxic way, of course. No, not me.… Continue reading Coping: One Breath, One Moment
My mother said to me the other day that my brother can't seem to wrap his mind around the concept that I'm really sick and there's really very little that can be done about it. He seems to still think that "if I only went to better doctors or the right hospital, they could figure… Continue reading We Know the Enemy, or ME/CFS/FMS Explained Again.