F**k. A profanity I find myself crying out when the pain becomes unbearable. Or after hurting myself after yet another fall. It’s a word that perfectly encapsulates the pain, frustration, heartache and the many downs of living with a chronic illness. Yet, it’s not the F-word that springs to mind when I think about my own experience of living with a disability. No, for me, the real f-word is fatigue. Why? Because it is my most formidable adversary – an intensely debilitating symptom that not only obliterates my energy but also has the might to make my existing symptoms worse.
"For me, the real F-word is Fatigue because it is my most formidable adversary – an intensely debilitating symptom that only obliterates my energy but also the might to make my existing symptoms worse." Share on X
Yet, it’s a part of my life with chronic illness that I haven’t given voice to before. I’m not sure why this is; it isn’t because the symptom is not as severe as all the other symptoms. Because it is, in fact, every bit as relentless as any of the other symptoms I endure every day. No, it’s because fatigue is difficult to articulate; so much more than one word can describe. Words grasp at it but never quite manage to capture it perfectly. However, when I do find the right words, it mutates, becoming more punishing and a damn more insidious.
"Fatigue is difficult to articulate; so much more than one word can describe. Words grasp at it but never quite manage to capture it perfectly." Share on XFatigue: The Most Difficult Symptom To Withstand
Because of this, fatigue is often the most challenging symptom for me to try and manage. Indeed, a little white pill doesn’t always magic away the pain that is a constant reality. But there is no pill at all to try and alleviate the continuous crippling fatigue. I’ve learned to adapt to being in constant pain, but fatigue is much harder to withstand. Every day is a battle of trying to get through the day on a battery at risk of dying at any moment. But not even a whole night’s uninterrupted sleep is enough to recharge and replete my body’s run-down battery life.
"A little white pill doesn't always magic away the pain that is a constant reality. But there is no pill at all to try and alleviate the continuous crippling fatigue." Share on XThe symptoms of my illness remain invisible. However, perhaps the most significant clue to my ill health is the ever-present dark circles under my eyes. These permanent features on my face are not the result of late nights out burning the candle at both ends, but rather due to lying awake, tossing and turning as I battle intense, unendurable pain. At night, I often find myself lying awake, tired and exhausted, longing for sleep to claim me, yet it refuses to arrive. Even when I can snatch forty winks when I wake the next day, I don’t feel rested. I feel just as exhausted as before I hit the sack.
Fatigue Is So More Than Just Being Tired
But fatigue is so much more than being tired. Fatigue is an intangible presence that suddenly jumps out of the shadows, bleeding every ounce of energy I still possess. It’s a crushing, soul-sucking exhaustion that leaves me feeling as if I’m failing at life.
"Fatigue is an intangible presence that suddenly jumps out of the shadows, bleeding every ounce of energy I still possess. It's a crushing, soul-sucking exhaustion that leaves me feeling as if I'm failing at life." Share on X
It arrives without warning, an invisible force shrouding my body with an entrenched heaviness that makes it impossible for me to move any part of it. Every step feels like I’m dragging myself through thick molasses. Everything hurts, and a heavy, aching sensation overwhelms my body, almost like I’m battling the flu. I’m unable to function, dragged down into a fugue state where concentration is nigh impossible. There have even been times when the fatigue has been so severe that I’ve been lying down, only to realise that I no longer could move either of my legs.
"Every step feels like I'm dragging myself through thick molasses. Everything hurts, and a heavy, aching sensation overwhelms my body. I'm unable to function, dragged down into a fugue state where concentration is nigh impossible." Share on XBut fatigue is not just physical; it is also a mental battle. As fatigue descends, it robs me of my ability to think clearly. The TV may be on, but it’s just for some company to fill the empty silence of my isolation. The noise from the television rings out in the background, but I don’t watch, unable to comprehend what’s happening on the screen. I pick up a book, but the words swim in and out into a jumbled, unintelligible mess. My memory’s terrible, forgetting all manner of things in ways that are unusual for me. I’m at a loss, not knowing what to do with myself in the fog of pain and fatigue.
"But fatigue is not just physical; it is also a mental battle. As fatigue descends, it robs me of my ability to think clearly." Share on XMy Bed is Both A Comfort And a Prison
As the fog of fatigue descends, I feel the allure of my bed summoning me. I hear its siren call, ready to welcome me into its warm embrace. As I slip inside its warm covers, feeling the weight of the duvet, it feels like a loving hug. But it also feels like I’m surrendering to the enemy, letting my illness have its victory over me. Yet, it’s hard to ignore the temptation of my bed when my body is aching all over, and exhaustion is pulling me into a bottomless abyss.
Fatigue makes my bed my sole source of comfort, but it has also become my prison. The limitations of my body trap me and chain me to a bed where I have no choice but to live my life from its clutches. My bed has become not just a place for me to sleep but also a place to spend hours binge-watching reruns of my favourite programmes beneath cotton sheets. I always choose familiar shows, ones I’ve watched so many times I know nearly every word because I don’t have the mental capacity to give attention to something new or anything with a complex storyline.
"Fatigue makes my bed my sole source of comfort, but it has also become my prison." Share on XMy Bed Has Often More Uses Than Just For Somewhere To Sleep
It’s also my favourite reading nook (when fatigue allows). I find nothing more comforting than burrowing beneath warm blankets as I escape from the reality of living with a chronic illness into the pages of a book and into a world that is so different from my own. Sometimes, it even becomes a cafe, where I bring food and drink to consume as I lie in bed, unable to drag my body from the confines of my prison.
It has even become a place not only for rest but also for work. From the quiet solace of my bed, I’ve planned, written, rewritten, and published dozens of essays (including this one).
As Fatigue descends, I feel LIKe I Exist, Not Truly Living.
As I lie on my bed, I often feel like I exist, not truly living. I feel guilt for the things I should be doing but can’t. I even start to doubt myself, wondering if I’m just lazy despite the evidence of my illness and disability all around me.
"As I lie on my bed, I often feel like I exist, not truly living. I feel guilt for the things I should be doing but can't." Share on XFatigue significantly impacts my life. It affects what I’m capable of each day and the insidious ways it creeps into my moods. In truth, it is the number one cause of my mood swings. As fatigue takes over my body and every task, however small, becomes unsurmountable, frustration and anger build. I’m angry at my body, which is failing me, but instead of getting angry at it, the anger’s misdirected toward whoever happens to be around. So, when fatigue is high, I often become irritable, short-tempered and moody, so beware!
"As fatigue takes over my body and every task, however small, becomes unsurmountable, frustration and anger build." Share on XI have both good and bad days in my battle with fatigue. But, it still is chronic, and so it never goes away. Although I experience brief moments of respite, I still feel its presence like a malevolent shadow waiting in the wings, ready to attack. Every day, fatigue makes every step, every move, an uphill struggle. And to make it through the day unscathed feels like fighting the most prolonged battle in the world. But, still, as I wake up every day and live my life despite it, it feels that I’m defeating the monster that is fatigue.
"Although I experience brief moments of respite, I still feel its presence like a malevolent shadow waiting in the wings, ready to attack." Share on X
