The great chronic fatigue prison?

Some days chronic fatigue feels like a prison, with cruel gaolers who promise small freedoms (a trip to the beach!), then take them away again (oh we changed our minds. Actually it will be all day in bed feeling crappy for you today!) and the more I struggle and rile against being locked up, the tighter and more painful the invisible constraints get. But some days I let the fatigue be an all-consuming excuse to be kind and gentle and loving with myself and to allow myself to be here right now, open to whatever is. Did I ever allow myself to do that before?

"YOU DO NOT NEED TO GO ANYWHERE OR DO ANYTHING TO BE HAPPY"