In June 2020 I had a reaction to medication which caused my body to burn out. As a result of this, I was officially diagnosed with CFS. I have the more severe form of it.
I am bed bound much of the day, and I can’t leave the house without being pushed in a wheelchair. Although I have some limited mobility, I have to be careful how much I walk, even between rooms in the house.
Cognitive impairment is also a part of this illness, meaning that I can struggle to concentrate and remember things, especially later in the day.
In short, my health sucks. But life goes on.
I was in no condition to write during the first four years of my illness, but now I have just enough mental energy in the very early mornings to write a little.
Hopefully over time my condition will improve enough to live something like a normal life again, but in the meantime I have my family around me for support. Hopefully I will be able to focus on the writing more in future, too.