Fatigue and the Black Dog

I have cried a lot in recent days. I have cried a lot these past five months, to be honest, but most of that has been for Dad, who died, though I still don't [...]

It's been a while between diary entries. I haven't had many words, or haven't been able to put shape to them for any helpful contribution to our conversation here. I have been tired. I [...]

Ready in three - one, two ...  One. She sits beside me and simply with her presence says, put them down for a moment; put them all down, those burdens you are [...]

Reader, I am not well. And yet I have had a productive day. Over the weekend, the fatigue grew worse again, tiredness, pain, fogginess in the brain. Ugh. Then Monday [...]

In which, ten days after I had started to emerge from the virus, I may actually, almost, be free. The sinus congestion had seemed to signal the turning of the virus, like [...]

It was a fog, thickly white, suffocating. It was an anvil or grand piano falling suddenly, heavily, from a snapped rope. It was a prison door closing out the light, the freedom. It was [...]

Sniffles, and a cotton wool head. Overwhelming desire to lie down and close my eyes. Muscles stiff, sore; limbs heavy. It is the season, so perhaps this is a virus? The days [...]

In recent Diary entries, I have moved from sorrow at what I was losing to the chronic fatigue, through taking significant steps forward into greater wellbeing, even while sometimes seemingly stepping momentarily backwards. In [...]