Here goes
It’s started getting worse. Today at work I was fighting to keep my concentration on the tasks I was being presented with. Owen noticed that my skin is getting dry and red. Itching all over at the dry bits, everything on my body is just an irritation.Fell asleep on the tube home again, and stood in the cold waiting for that fucking bus once again. Sean called and had been speaking to a relative of his that had previously had Glandular Fever like I had three years ago, and now has M.E. I really didn’t need the thought of it being M.E, the symptoms of HAIT and most of the other thyroid diseases are bad enough, let alone one as unspecified and nasty as M.E or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.
So, I’m scared. I don’t feel in control of my body, and all I can keep thinking is that I’m 23, and if this is actually something serious then I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life dealing with it, and there is so much that I want to be doing that I can’t.
I haven’t seen my friends in ages, I haven’t been out to the regular bars or clubs that I like in ages. I’ve not met any new people, I’ve not done any of the freelance work I’m supposed to have completed ages ago. I’ve not made any progress on flat hunting and now even that seems like a bad idea – what if I find my self unemployed because of this, how will I afford to live?
I know my worrying isn’t helping one fucking bit but I just want to break down in tears and have someone else appear to pick up the pieces.
Last modified: Monday, June 15th, 2026 at 7:07pm
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