The last two weeks have been Groundhog Day over and over. I’ve been very ill physically so unable to do much, and rarely leave my flat. It was my Birthday last Sat and I saw my family which was nice. Some restrictions have been lifted so we were able to all get together. Parents, sister, brother-in-law, nieces, and nephews. It wore me out though. In bed all day Sunday. Since Monday I have been feeling better. Not great but able to move around more without crashing.

Saw my T yesterday. Although I want to get out more and at least sit on the beach my T suggests I keep resting for a few more days to consolidate my progress. I’m so bored. Sometimes even watching TV is too much for me so I lay down in the dark a lot. I do meditate though. My T and I discussed meditation for half the session. He thinks it is an excellent coping skill, and we both agree it is keeping me calm and sane. We talked philosophy too. I really enjoyed the chat.

Last week I struggled with SI as the pain and fatigue were relentless. On my birthday my 12 year old niece gave me a card. She wrote ‘never give up’ on it. It struck me as I have not told her I’m struggling. I’ve hardly seen her for a month. It was exactly what I needed to hear. It made me feel loved and that something greater is telling me to hang in there. It was critical timing.