I have never been called a ‘Beauty’ but my chronic illness put up a barrier between me and the world every bit as tangled and high as Briar Rose’s thorn hedge. Being struck with M.E. really can feel like being ‘cursed' – one day I was enjoying a perfectly normal life, the next poof! it vanished.
Even after nine years, trying to manage and learn about my condition often feels like trying to hack my way through a tangled, thorny mess.
And of course...I do sleep a lot
