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Day 11- Nothing to say

I have nothing to say today. Except that I want pizza. Yesterday's physio session was exhausting and now I can barely stay awake. I was fine an hour ago and then the EDS fatigue really started kicking in. I never really noticed how bad my symptoms were until someone gave them a name. I was always fatigued etc. so I know that the symptoms didn't start because I (nearly) got a diagnosis, I guess I was just so used to feeling crap I didn't know there was anything wrong with it. So tonight I plan on going to bed early. My dad's going out so it's just mum and I, maybe I can convince her that its a pizza kind of night. It's too late for a nap because I won't sleep otherwise, but maybe I'll take my chances and go lie down, I'm just so tired!

Day 11: Why do you believe you have this illness? Bad luck, a higher power or something else?

I believe that you are only given as much as you can handle. Being chronically ill has made me a better, stronger, more resilient person. Don't get me wrong, if I could, I would give up my illnesses in an instant, but at the same time I wouldn't be the person I am today without them. I believe that whilst I appear to be a bad luck magnet, it was fate that gave me these illnesses. Someone decided that I could handle this and in a way, that brings me some comfort when things get tough. Some days though it feels like I was given too much. I am in too much pain, too tired, too weak to do anything. Then other days I feel amazing. Those days when someone tells you that you look amazing, you're going great work or that your smart. The days when you're at your worst, but someone thinks you've done your best. The days when you not only inspire others, you inspire yourself. Don't get me wrong, it can often feel like those days are far and few between, but when they come they bring an amazing sense of achievement. I believe that a higher power gave me my illnesses and that I will fight them to the end.

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