07/06/2026
Today, my diary is empty.
Not by choice. By necessity.
Friday evening I spent time with people I love β laughing, present, genuinely happy. No alcohol, just good company and the kind of conversation that fills you up.
Saturday, a coffee with a couple of them. Simple, easy, nothing taxing.
By Saturday afternoon, I was on the sofa. Pain settled in like it owned the place. Fatigue like a weighted blanket you didn't ask for and can't lift.
Today, I'm still there.
This is M.E. It doesn't care that you were only doing something ordinary. It doesn't care that you weren't even overdoing it β just living. The cost of a normal evening with friends can be two days in bed, and there's no negotiating with it.
I've had to cancel a fully booked day today, and I'm sorry to the clients who were affected. You are always my priority β and on the days I can show up, I show up completely.
But this is also why the work I do matters so deeply to me.
I know what it is to need rest and not be able to access it. I know what it is to have a body that doesn't behave the way you'd like it to. And I know what it means to finally be in a space where someone holds that with you β without rushing, without fixing, without making you feel like a burden.
Rest isn't a luxury. For some of us, it's survival.
If you want to understand more about what life with M.E. really looks like β and how I've learned to navigate it β I'm soon to be a published author. My book, From M.E. to You β an honest guide to living well with M.E. β is coming soon. More details shortly. π¦
I'll be back when my body allows. π