I have so much I want to do, and things I need to do, and not enough energy to go around and I am so fed up of it.
I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis nearly 10 years ago and every year it seems as though my stamina and capability reduces, and it's like I didn't see this coming - after diagnosis and meds I felt so much better quite quickly and just got on with things.
Since having Covid a few times my ability to bounce back is just gone. I get breathless doing the smallest amount of housework. I could sleep so much if I let myself. If I have a busy day, I need a quiet one to recover. I am only 45!
I want to run and swim and clean my car, cook nice dinners, grow things from seed, read all the books I own, learn French, print and frame all my photos, retrain for a second career, join a book club, a choir, a netball team!
Instead I am bumbling through the days and 'just about' coping and I am so, so sick of it all. I get so frustrated I could cry! Then tell myself that's pathetic, have a word... then I might have a good day and forget how miserable times like this are. I don't have enough good days to achieve anything.
I have never identified as being a person who is ill and it fucking happened anyway.