I wrote a short pitch for my upcoming book about my life and recovery with chronic fatigue syndrome, it also covers many over struggles that I went through around that time. I’m still recovering slowly, it’s still a struggle at times but one day I’ll get there and it will all be worth it.
Here it is:
I didn’t gawp at you when I saw you with your geeky glasses and mismatch clothes. So why me? I didn’t plan to be wheelchair bound and struggling every day to find the energy to carry on.
I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome when I was just eleven years old. It stole my body bit by bit until i felt like i was living in a body that was claimed by someone else… The exhaustion hit me like a train at full force again and again all day; it never got better. My limbs felt like they’d been stuffed with tons of bricks, they were so heavy, so painful to move. I couldn’t move. I’d just lay there in my room dreaming of the life you were living.
I’m sixteen now, still in the recovery process but I want to tell you my story. I want to help those out there who know what it’s like but no one listens. Listen to them. Listen to my story.
I’d listen to yours.
