Coming Up for Air

I feel like I'm finally coming up for air! The past two months have been draining. I overdid it around my birthday ... learned a lot from that. It seemed like I wasn't bouncing back very quickly. Then the time change hit, and I just didn't adjust very well to it. Again, I learned a lot. I've been extra gentle with myself, and I think it is beginning to pay off.

What is this strange emotion I'm feeling the last two days? I think it is Hope. Do I dare say it out loud? I am hopeful that I am beginning to recover! I'm not expecting to wake up one morning and find CFS is gone, like some bad dream. I just feel like my understanding is growing and I am putting good habits and practices in place and I am moving toward getting better. I believe that I can, over time, gently push back the limits of this strange disease and find some breathing room. Some room to live.