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So, it’s been a minute (or more like 311,040 at the time of this writing, but who’s counting?) since I last published a blog post. In my previous life (before becoming a Sick Person), I could multi-task like nobody’s business. Not anymore. If I write this blog post, it means I cannot do anything else, even if I need to do it.<\/p>\n

And then, there’s the issue of… getting stuck. The longer I don’t write anything, the harder it gets to write something. Even with words rattling around my head. Even with 29 posts in my drafts folder, and who knows how many ideas in my email.<\/p>\n

Plus, the feeling that what I write should mean something. The pressure on myself for it to be worthwhile, hopeful, inspiring, helpful, or all of the above. Even tho I know it’s silly; I never know who my words will touch, or how, and not sharing them means that the person who needs them never gets to read them.<\/p>\n

And since I published #MEAwareness: Guest Post on Life with ME<\/a>, I’ve had to focus on other things, which took all my attention and limited energy. Including things I used to take for granted as a “healthie”, like going to the bathroom. And doing laundry. And creating a grocery list. And, ya know, walking to the kitchen. Or showering. Or scooping the kitty litter.<\/p>\n

Not to mention things related to being a spoonie: finding and going to a new doctor, and researching meds, and trying to puzzle out if a new symptom is a medication side effect, just part of my ME, or a new illness altogether.<\/p>\n

It’s exhausting, y’all.<\/p>\n

But I’m still here. Still fighting. Still trying to be kind, and to be helpful to other patients, and to do everything I physically can for myself and my hubby. And to find joy in small things.<\/p>\n

Like the plant I wrote about in the post, there\u2019s always hope<\/a>, I’m still growing. And so can you.<\/p>\n

\"Hope

The stalk that previously had no leaves had three by March 29! Note the one unfurling in the middle!<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Hope

By April 23, the stalk had four leaves!<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Hope

By Sept 8, the stalk had sprouted another leaf. I just love how tightly it is curled up as it grows.<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Hope

By this Wednesday, Nov 14, that stalk had grown *eight* leaves. And in the few days since I took that picture, another leaf has begun to grow (bottom left). And that leaf poking out proudly above the pot? Well, it came out of nothing. Just poked its little head out of the dirt, and grew and grew. Even in the dismal, grey conditions we are having right now.<\/p><\/div>\n

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