A note I sent myself in April 2025:
I’ve now reached the stage of my flare where I’m angry.
Angry that I will go back to work tomorrow and haven’t had a weekend because I was too crashed to even do a tiny bit of one of the few things I can still enjoy/do.
Anger is a part of this. Anger seems to be very shushed up but I’m tired of it. Anger is part of fluctuating chronic illnesses and trying to survive them.
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