Fatigued. Chronically.

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I want to lie down.

I want to rest.

I want to shut my eyes for just a few minutes

My body tells me I’ll feel so much better if I do.

My body tells me I’ll feel refreshed and better able to face the world afterwards.

My body is lying to me.


If I lie down I might drop off to sleep.

But it will not be refreshing.

I will be constantly drifting in and out. Never properly asleep. Never properly awake.

I will feel like shit.

At some point I will have to get up again.

Maybe I’ll be hungry. Maybe I’ll need the bathroom. Maybe I’ll need to see someone or do something.

Maybe I’ll just get too achy and uncomfortable.

So I’ll have to get up.


But my body tells me I should just shut my eyes for a little bit longer.

My body tells me I’ll feel so much better if I do.

My body tells me I’ll feel refreshed and better able to face the world afterwards.

My body is lying to me.


At some point I will have to get up.


But my body tells me I should just shut my eyes for a little bit longer.

My body tells me I’ll feel so much better if I do.

My body tells me I’ll feel refreshed and better able to face the world afterwards.

My body is lying to me.


So I fight it.


I force myself to get up, despite the physical, mental and emotional screams of protest.

I move through the day.

Constantly wanting to lie back down and shut my eyes.

My body tells me I’ll feel so much better if I do.

My body tells me I’ll feel refreshed and better able to face the world afterwards.

My body is lying to me.


At some point I’ll give in and lie down.


I might drop off to sleep.

But it will not be refreshing.

I will be constantly drifting in and out. Never properly asleep. Never properly awake.

I will feel like shit.

At some point I will have to get up again.


But my body tells me I should just shut my eyes for a little bit longer.

My body tells me I’ll feel so much better if I do.

My body tells me I’ll feel refreshed and better able to face the world afterwards.

My body is lying to me.


So I fight it.


I force myself to get up, despite the physical, mental and emotional screams of protest.

I move through the rest of the day.

Constantly wanting to lie back down and shut my eyes.

My body tells me I’ll feel so much better if I do.

My body tells me I’ll feel refreshed and better able to face the world afterwards.

My body is lying to me.
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