10/13/2026
Chronic fatigue has never felt passive to me.
It feels like fighting with everything I have just to take one step forward, while something unseen wraps itself around my body and drags me backward. I strain and push and I fight for the movement that used to come naturally.
I used to be a runner. I knew what it felt like to tell my body to move and have it obey. Now, some days, getting out of bed feels like trying to run through a forest with vines tangled around my limbs.
From the outside, it might look like Iām doing nothing. Justā¦resting. Staying still.
But stillness isnāt always rest. And a body that isnāt moving isnāt a body that isnāt fighting.
When you see me lying in bed, this is what Iām actually doing.
