I think I'm a carer now. My partner developed what is now being diagnosed as CFS / ME 6 months ago and its been really difficult. It's really severe. I could list the symptoms for pages and pages but the worst part is he gets so fatigued we can't even talk properly any more. It fatigues him too much. Our 'old' lifestyle was the complete opposite to this, very busy and high intensity centered around extreme sports, hiking, big exciting plans and huge noisy get togethers with our DC (mine and his). I've been quite hopeful about getting better so far but I've finally admitted to myself that he's worse, and it's not looking good. The process of acceptance sucks. I feel like I'm grieving and I miss him soooo deeply even when he's in the same room. I'm trying not to dwell on what we would usually be doing etc but it's there in the background. We don't live together so I'm back and fore all the time trying to juggle my DC, work, his needs, cooking cleaning etc. I actually like doing practical things for him, because it's stuff I do have control over and feels like I'm doing something tangible, but everything else feels like wading through treacle. His GP is crap but whilst he agrees he needs to change and get 2nd opinions and more medical support, he does nothing about it because he can't. He needs all his energy to just survive the day. He's said I can take over the medical side of things now so I have plans to talk to HCPs next week but this feels bigger than any mountain I've ever climbed. And I can't say any of this to anyone. Everyone I know is stressed to the hilt (friends are teachers, have lost jobs or have MH stuff etcetc). And anything I think to say or feel seems totally selfish and pathetic when DP would give anything to be as able as I am right now. Corona worries layered on top of all of this, plus the difficulties it brings such as accessing help, or just not being able to just meet someone for a coffee etc to lift my mood is killing me. Plus there's no time for anything else. And of course no one really knows how bad things are because we've been in lockdown/firebreak etc for weeks and weeks and weeks. Barely anyone has seen us since March. My MH is crumbling away, I have no motivation for anything and there isn't any light. I'm heaping on weight which is a new phenomenon for me as I've always been active and skinny. Its nearly midday, I've just sat around with the DC watching telly today instead of doing nice things with them. I feel like someone's beaten me up. I'm getting constant headaches and the regular migraines that I'm not recovering from because I have to work and care and...argh. This is so totally totally selfish moaning I know, but I haven't voiced any of this to a single soul and I need to let it out. I wish I had a grown up to shush and pat me and just take over and tell me what to do. I'm PATHETIC. I don't think I can do this, but there's no alternative. I don't know what I'm asking or posting for. Maybe just that someone understands the feeling of going under, and can tell me how to stay afloat. Or just someone to give me a slap and shake me out of it.