Posting here for traffic & name changed, following excellent MN advice before. Can't talk about this in real life.
Some years back I developed severe ME/CFS following an unexpected virus. Overnight, my life changed beyond all recognition. I lost my career, some friends, my outdoor hobbies, a family etc etc. Some family relationships have been put under severe strain & will never recover. The toughest part initially was being so sick and not having a formal diagnosis or medical support, so I kept dragging myself out of bed -on advice- and carrying on. As we do. Which made me worse 
Now I have a diagnosis, I am disabled, virtually housebound and very weak. I have been wanting to write this post for about a year but did not have the strength. Or wanted to admit it I suspect.
I wear a HR monitor (am tachycardic with upright movement) have orthostatic intolerance, (poss POTS) vertigo, constant pain managed with medication, severe fatigue, multiple environmental sensitivities etc. Having visitors is extremely tiring (& triggers adrenaline spikes) so I am pretty isolated.
I've never been ill much & it has been a real shock. I was always the carer for everyone. I am was the strong, independent, reliable one who gets things done. I have been forced to rely on DH who has been my carer outside of work hours and friends/family to get me to appointments when I am upright. I HATE MY HORIZONTAL HOUSEBOUND LIFE and it has taken me a few years to accept the changes (possibly at the end of the grief cycle now?).
Each week I think I am beginning to feel a bit better and then I have severe relapses where I feel like I have the flu, struggle to move & cannot cope with stairs. I have to live upstairs or move downstairs (with a wee bottle- no downstairs loo) and focus my energy on getting to the kettle and microwave. I've even asked the hospital about being catheterised....
I feel so very very sick & begin to hope that I won't wake up the next day. This passes as soon as I begin to feel a bit better 
The crux now is that DH can no longer manage the care work/cooking, as well as keep his job. We have to hire a carer. I DON'T WANT ONE 
I am a private person who wants to be better and do it myself! Even having a cleaner the last year has been odd.
We are both very positive people and good 'copers'. Each week there are small signs of a recovery and we postpone the 'getting a carer' plan in. I would feel such a fraud 
. But then I relapse again and realise that we have to find the finances to hire in help. I've advertised a bit locally online but no response. I have to press on with it though for the sake of my dear DH.
Does anyone have any advice about organising a carer/& or cook for a proud, stubborn independent girl? I am having trouble accepting a 'stranger' into our home and using some of our limited finances. I need to reframe this don't I?
And how do I accept my new life and survive the relapses where I just want to die?!!! I am not coping with this roller-coaster each week! (have tried counselling and CBT and meditation, alongside the bloody NHS recommended Graded Exercise Therapy etc).
NB: Did not put ME/CFS in title as I am aware that some still do not accept it as a valid illness. Sadly I am living (or existing?) proof that it is.