forced

Then it comes. Again. I struggle to do anything, moving myself over to my desk in order to prolong consciousness, hoping that it might trigger something in my body & mind that says WORK. Now it’s time to work.

But it doesn’t happen. I find myself with 30 minutes, an hour gone by waking up after nodding off, the screen, unchanged, still staring at me, expecting something.

Chronic fatigue is a bitch.

I tried to show up, to get what I wanted done. Made small changes in what I needed to but nothing even close to all I had planned…

Now laying in bed on my way to sleep, I pull my laptop over.

Just 50 words. That micro-commitment I am trying to do. I lift up the screen, sign in, start typing.

I can at least do that. If I don’t…

it all falls apart.

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