I miss writing. I miss having the energy to be creative, I miss having the motivation to write, I miss being able to put words together into something beautiful that makes sense, rather than the blurry ramblings I’m left with today
I knew chronic fatigue would take away my hobbies, I watched it take away every activity other than surviving, but my writing was always the one thing I still had
And now that’s gone too
Words just don’t come to me anymore, I can’t make them fit together or make sense the way I want them to, I can’t get them to say what I want them to say. It used to be so easy
I’m always scared of losing more of my life to this illness that has already taken so much from me, but there’s so little left of me to lose
What happens to me if it takes everything?
What do I become when there’s nothing left of me to lose?
