'Life is one long process of getting tired' Samuel Butler

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I look at this quote and wonder why Samuel Butler felt the need to describe life in this way. I even looked him up on wiki, but there is no mention of chronic illness, so I guess he found life a little hard.
it does however seem quite appropriate for someone suffering with Fibromyalgia or similar - living can be tiring!
I've not been very consistent with my blogging and I know that it's important to post regularly, but my life situation this last few years has been such that sharing would have been quite painful and also, I have been endlessly exhausted. That, to me, is one of the hardest things to explain to people - how tired we can be from what seem like the simplest tasks, or a having visitors for the day, or shopping or doing the things that we really enjoy. There is always a price to pay, but we mustn't let it stop us from living and we don't. I just wish people were more understanding of how this illness affects us.  I used to say to family "I've had the best day, but I'm a little tired now", but I don't say anything any more, because I've had them say "so you'd rather we didn't visit then". No, No, No - that isn't what I said. Even people who haven't got fibro' can feel tired after a long and busy day!
Am I having a moan?  No, not really. It is hard to understand what another person is going through if we haven't experienced it ourselves, but a little compassion goes a long way.
I can only apologise for the lack of commitment to my posts - I will try and be more present - I promise.
If you have read this and still here, I wish you low pain and many smiles :-)
Namaste

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