This post is inspired by the beautiful and revolutionary Danielle LaPorte.
A Letter to Chronic Fatigue
Dear CFS, the Love of my life,
You’ve been with me through thick and thin, through good times and some incredibly bad times. I know you’ve been feeling that this was going to happen for a while, but I’m sorry to say that now that time has come. The time has come for me to thank you for all the blessings you have given me and for all the great, great lessons you’ve taught me. You will never know how grateful I am to you for all that you have given me.
You’ve made me scared, frightened, fearful and sick with worry.
You’ve made me feel hopeless, desperate and ashamed.
You’ve made me ache, made my writhe in pain, made me stay up all night, made me sleep until it’s impossible to sleep any more.
You’ve made me doubt myself, doubt my life, doubt my relationships.
You’ve made the possible impossible; the easy, mind-bendingly difficult; the ordinary, an extraordinary task.
You’ve made me listen to the birds again.
You’ve made me watch and listen to the rustle of the tress once more.
You’ve made me realise that I’m pretty unique and goofy, and that’s ok.
You’ve made me appreciate the little things.
You’ve made me cry with gratitude at another day, another opportunity to live life.
You’ve made to give thanks for my amazing fiancé, supportive family and super friends.
You’ve made me realise that my life is here as a gift, and it’s mine to give in the most loving way I can to others, and to myself.
You’ve made me realise I am limitless. I am boundless. I am free.
That this world is worth the wait.
That people need my gifts.
That life is beautiful and glowingly sacred.
I am strong because of you. I am in love because of you. I am vulnerable because of you. I am myself because of you.
For that, my dear friend, I will always be truly grateful.
In love and abundant gratitude,