Someone asked me this today. It was in relation to how my life is post the ME/CFS and fibro diagnoses.
I miss running. In fact, I really, really miss running.
I miss waking up and seizing the day, just because I can.
I miss going wherever I want, whenever I want.
I miss working.
I miss laughing.
I miss dancing and drinking until it’s almost light.
But, most of all, I miss me…