Guilt

Something I've been thinking about a lot lately.  My, my we are hard on ourselves.  I was reading something someone in one of my CFS sites had written about the extreme guilt he feels lying in bed 21 hours a day while his sister works 90 hour weeks to support them both. ouch.  yup.

I know we shouldn't feel guilty for...well it all, it isn't our fault, it isn't that we did something to deserve this (although does anyone truly do anything bad enough to deserve their trials), but the guilt is there. The longer we sit, the longer we rest, the longer we feed the tired, the worse the guilt becomes.  I've found that most people with CFS used to be extreme over-achievers, perfectionsists, etc. These were the triatheletes, the med-students, the people that went, went, went, and wondered why everyone else couldn't keep up with their pace.  These are the people that never said no to anyone or anything and therefore never had the experience of letting others down, letting themselves down.  Thus, the first minute they lay down, they pay with the guilt.  Adversely, the first minute they get up, they pay so much more physically.

The solution.  Make your peace with that nonsense and do whatever it is you need to do.  You're allowed.  It's my new slogan.  We are all allowed to go through whatever it is we need to.  With no regrets. No guilt. No judgment. I'm certainly not the judge (thank heavens), so I'm gonna try really hard to not act like it. What a concept.  Here's to all of the hope in the World for a happy future, no matter what it is you're battling right now. You are allowed.

(combining my love of this song and all things canadian). i almost spent way too much money on a pair of tix to this show this summer. I refrained. Austin, baby - save it for Austin.