I feel like this a lot myself. I've been using visible, which I find very helpful on pacing, or at least showing me how often I fail to pace well. But despite that, I've gotten a tiny bit better, and it's due to medications. I am so impressed over and over with the ability of medications to help where lifestyle changes, be they diet, pacing etc., cannot. When I am not properly medicated, I get PEM from rolling over in be to get the glass of water that's on my nightstand. When I'm medicated, I can walk to the bathroom without PEM. None of my years of pacing could do that.Like, I was given the impression that if I managed my pacing just right and stopped myself crashing all the time, it was likely I would improve to moderate. Which gave me hope, and a sense of control. But when I didnt improve, I blamed myself.
I'm also curious, as others have been, about the relapsing-remitting course of her illness. Mine has been steadily progressive, or at least platueaing and then progressing again. Is ME/CFS really that much like MS?
I appreciate her eloquence in the last paragraph. Illness isn't about meaning. I didn't realize this bothered me until I read her words. I have tried and failed for so long to make meaning of this illness, and it's been very discouraging. there just isn't any. It's only a fight for survival. Banal is such a wonderful word.
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