Living with ME/CFS can feel like moving through a world where energy is always scarce, even after sleep or rest. Each day often starts with a level of fatigue that others might experience only after running a marathon, and even the smallest tasks—like taking a shower or answering a message—can lead to overwhelming exhaustion known as post-exertional malaise (PEM). This exhaustion isn’t just tiredness; it’s a deep, often immobilizing weariness that can affect every system in the body.
For many, symptoms extend beyond fatigue and include pain, cognitive difficulties often called “brain fog,” sensitivities to light and sound, sleep disturbances, and immune symptoms like swollen glands or a sore throat. Some people describe their experience as feeling trapped between a desire to live fully and a body that constantly enforces limits. Social and professional isolation can add to the challenges, as ME/CFS often means saying “no” to friends, work, and daily activities that once brought joy and connection.
This condition varies greatly, so while some may have more freedom on “good” days to engage in gentle activities, others may find themselves mostly confined to bed, carefully rationing energy just to make it through each day. The need for pacing—moving through life in a slow, intentional rhythm—is key to avoiding painful crashes, yet it can feel isolating, as others may not understand the invisible boundaries ME/CFS places on energy.
There is a rhythm to living with chronic illness, one that requires a kind of surrender. Those who walk the path with myalgic encephalomyelitis or chronic fatigue syndrome soon learn that pacing is not merely a strategy—it becomes an art form, a way of listening, of harmonizing with the body’s quiet whispers before they become cries. To pace oneself is to acknowledge the body’s finite energy, to move in step with the breath of fatigue, gently, humbly, knowing that to overstep the body’s boundaries is to invite collapse.
It is not an easy lesson, this slow dance with limitations, yet it is one that teaches a profound wisdom. For those of us living with this condition, pacing is a compass, guiding us through days where the terrain can feel treacherous, unpredictable. It is, in its essence, the practice of recognizing when to move forward and when to step back. We become more attuned to the varied signals of our bodies—perhaps tremors of exhaustion, increasing tinnitus, irritation, a flutter of dizziness, nausea, insomnia, headaches or the dimming of cognitive clarity. In these moments, we learn that to heed these signs is to honor the body’s wisdom, to respect its limits as one might respect the changing seasons.
Pacing, though practical, is deeply spiritual as well. In the Tibetan Buddhist tradition, there is a teaching of upaya, or skillful means, which echoes the heart of pacing. Skillful means refers to the wisdom of knowing what action is most appropriate in any given moment, guided by compassion for ourselves and others. For those of us managing a chronic illness, pacing is our skillful means, the practice of compassion extended inward, toward the tender, vulnerable places within us that need rest, gentleness, and care.
This is not weakness. On the contrary, there is a quiet strength in pacing, a strength that arises from restraint, from knowing that our worth is not measured by the speed at which we move or the number of tasks we complete. Instead, it is measured by how we listen to the body’s call for stillness, how we cultivate patience in the face of limitations, how we respond to the world with wisdom rather than haste.
In the same way that skillful means in Buddhist practice requires a deep awareness of the present moment, pacing invites us to be fully present with our bodies, to sense when we are nearing our edge and to pull back with kindness. It requires discernment, the ability to prioritize what truly matters, letting go of the unnecessary so that we may preserve our energy for what is essential. And, perhaps most importantly, pacing asks us to be flexible. What works for us today may not work tomorrow. Like the ebb and flow of the tide, we must continuously adjust, staying attuned to the changing nature of our energy levels, adapting with grace to whatever arises.
To pace well is to cultivate trust in ourselves, to believe that our bodies—though fragile—are capable of guiding us toward balance. It is to let go of the constant push toward productivity, embracing instead a quieter, more sustainable rhythm of being. This trust grows over time, as we learn to befriend our bodies rather than seeing them as enemies. We begin to see pacing not as a limitation, but as an opportunity to deepen our relationship with ourselves, to practice self-compassion in the most tangible of ways.
And so, we move slowly, deliberately. We choose rest when it is needed, even when the world outside rushes by. We choose to pause, to breathe, to trust that this moment of stillness is as important as any action we might take. In this way, pacing becomes not only a survival strategy but a path to peace. It teaches us to live in harmony with our bodies, to respect the boundaries they set, and to find beauty in the gentleness of our compassion.
Pacing, like skillful means, is not something mastered overnight. It is a practice that deepens over time, shaped by patience, by trial and error, by learning to let go of perfectionism. But with each step, we become more attuned to the wisdom that already resides within us. We learn that pacing is not a sign of giving up, but of holding on—holding on to our health, our well-being, and our sense of self in the midst of struggle.
Pacing, in its truest form, is an act of compassion toward ourselves, a recognition that while life with post viral ME/CFS has taken much from us, it has not taken everything. It is not a dance of perfection, but rather a delicate balancing act between what was and what is. The grief over what we have lost is real, and it deserves to be honored. We grieve our former selves, the life we once knew, and all the possibilities that seem to have slipped away.
But after the grieving, something else begins to emerge. Slowly, through the quiet practice of listening to our bodies and respecting our limits, we begin to discover a new way of living—not the life we once imagined, but a life nonetheless. And within this new life, there are still moments of joy, moments of lightness. These moments may look different from what they once were, but they are no less real. They come from acceptance, from doing more of what works and less of what doesn’t. They come from the simple peace of knowing we are doing our best within the constraints we face.
To pace is to acknowledge these constraints, to know that while we may not live fully in the way we once dreamed, we can still live meaningfully. We can still find purpose, connection, and even happiness within this new rhythm. It is not a rhythm we would have chosen, but it is ours now, and there is strength in learning to move with it rather than against it. In this process, we find that joy and peace are still possible—not despite the illness, but alongside it, within the space that remains.
And so, with time, we learn to rest in the assurance that we are whole in our own way, capable of living a life that, while different, still holds beauty, meaning, and moments of joy.
Following the breath, We learn the art of patience, Peace within each step.
In The Wisdom of No Escape, Pema Chödrön presents teachings on accepting life as it is, rather than wishing it were different. Her words remind us that even in the midst of suffering, there is always the potential for transformation—not by running from our difficulties, but by turning toward them with compassion and curiosity. For those living with chronic fatigue syndrome, this book is a beautiful companion, offering insights on how to stay present with what is, without judgment or resistance. Chödrön’s gentle wisdom helps us find peace in the uncomfortable and reminds us that within every limitation, there is the possibility of growth. This aligns perfectly with the practice of pacing—of learning to live within constraints, not with bitterness, but with an open heart.
Another indispensable resource is Tony Bernhard’s How to Be Sick. As someone who has lived with chronic fatigue syndrome herself, Bernhard offers a deeply compassionate, Buddhist-inspired approach to living with illness. Her book provides practical advice on how to cultivate equanimity, mindfulness, and self-compassion while dealing with the daily struggles of chronic illness. Bernhard’s words echo the heart of pacing—teaching us how to manage our energy, honor our limitations, and find meaning even when life feels limited. For anyone searching for a path through the often overwhelming challenges of ME/CFS, How to Be Sick is both a guide and a comfort, offering tools to help transform suffering into wisdom and peace.
Living with chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS) often feels like carrying an invisible weight that never goes away. The exhaustion is far beyond ordinary tiredness, permeating not just the body but the mind and heart as well. For many of us, this illness can feel like a curse, a complete derailment of life’s trajectory. Yet, over the years, I’ve come to see it also as a strange and unexpected blessing—one that has thrown me deeper into spiritual practice, into moments of stillness and contemplation I might not have otherwise known.
At its worst, the illness can leave me in bed, lights off, no sound, in a state of complete sensory deprivation. And it is in these moments, when there is nothing to distract me from my thoughts, that I’ve had to learn how to truly be alone. Learning to witness my reactions, cultivating equanimity, and practicing calm-abiding meditation have become vital companions on this journey. For many years, I focused on the Tibetan practice of Samatha, or calm-abiding meditation, as well as Vipassana, which allows for a deep awareness of the present moment. Sitting in stillness, aware of whatever calm I could find within, helped me cultivate equanimity—though it remains a practice I still have much to learn from.
But there was another essential practice that transformed how I related to my suffering. The practice of Metta—or loving-kindness—invites us to take our own pain and suffering and recognize that in this vast world, we are not alone in what we feel. When my illness has been most acute, whether through mental anguish or physical symptoms, I’ve practiced thinking: In the same way that I am experiencing this illness, this suffering, this pain, there are others in the world who experience this too. And then, from the heart, I offer the prayer: May I, and all beings, be free from this suffering and its causes.
This simple yet profound shift in perspective allowed me to transform my experience from one of isolation and misery into a practice of compassion. Instead of being stuck in my own pain, it became a way to benefit others by cultivating loving-kindness for all those who suffer. In this way, even my most difficult experiences became part of my spiritual path. ME/CFS was no longer just an illness—it was an opportunity to deepen my compassion, both for myself and for others.
Of course, this hasn’t been an overnight transformation. It took many years of spiritual study and practice, drawing from teachings like the Four Noble Truths of the Buddha, the Noble Eightfold Path, and eventually the teachings of Advaita Vedanta. Through these teachings, I came to recognize the fluctuations of the mind, or vrittis, and learned to observe the content of my thoughts—pratyayas—without identifying with them. This practice of witnessing the mind has allowed me to find peace in the midst of the storm, much like the Dark Night of the Soul described by St. John of the Cross.
For me, it has felt less like a dark night and more like twenty years of spiritual darkness, but nonetheless, this darkness has also been a teacher. Learning to be present with my suffering, rather than resisting it, has become an integral part of my life with ME/CFS. And while the illness has forced me to withdraw from many aspects of life, it has also drawn me into the heart of spiritual practice.
To anyone living with this illness, or any chronic illness, I offer this: it’s okay to feel overwhelmed by the weight of it all. It’s okay to grieve the life you once had or the future you imagined. But there are also practices—like Metta, calm-abiding meditation, and witnessing the mind—that can transform this suffering into something that nourishes not only your soul but the souls of others as well.
May you, and all beings, be free from suffering and its causes. May this invisible weight become a doorway into the mystic, where even in solitude, you find that you are never truly alone.
Discover how the quiet fire of the pristine mind can soothe the restless blaze of chronic fatigue, offering a path to inner peace and gentle transformation.
I sit here today, tenderly aware of a fire burning within me—not the feverish blaze of energy or ambition, but a fire that comes with chronic fatigue, a fire that seems to consume my energy, that feeds on thoughts of worry, longing, frustration. This fire has been with me for as long as I’ve known this illness, and for many years, it seemed the fire was all I had—scorching, demanding, leaving me exhausted.
But in recent days, I’ve come to see a new way of being with this fire, a gentle shift. There are, I believe, two fires within: one that belongs to the ordinary mind and another that belongs to the pristine mind.
The fire of the ordinary mind is a hungry, restless flame. It feeds on what we give it—thoughts, fears, the inner whisper of “not enough.” It clings to the past and worries for the future, each thought a piece of wood thrown into the blaze, each worry an ember reignited. It takes, and takes, and when I stay too long with this fire, I feel myself slipping into exhaustion, my strength given over to a fire that never settles, never finds rest.
And yet, there is another fire. It is quieter, calmer, like the deep glow of coals after the flames have settled. This is the fire of the pristine mind. It does not demand fuel; it simply is. It does not need anything from me, nor does it take. Instead, it offers a kind of sacred purification. It allows the impressions, the pratyayas, those old echoes of worry, disappointment, expectation, to rise up, to be seen, and then to burn themselves out gently, naturally, leaving a clean, quiet space in their wake.
When I find myself caught in the ordinary fire—my mind racing, my heart feeling heavy—I take a breath and remember that there is another way. I sit with my awareness, letting go of each thought, letting each worry pass without adding to it. I let the flames burn low, and, slowly, I shift to the fire of the pristine mind, where each thought that arises can dissolve without reaction. I do not need to hold on to any of it, nor fuel it. In this place, I am simply present, letting what arises pass without attachment.
This is, I’ve come to believe, a healing fire. Not a fire that consumes, but one that illuminates. When I rest here, I feel myself soften, as though I am held in a vast quiet. The pratyayas, those ancient patterns, have no hold here. They are seen, and then they drift away like ashes.
Perhaps, if you too feel that restless blaze within, you can find this other fire. Sit with yourself, as gently as you would sit with a friend, and watch each thought arise and drift away. Do not reach to hold it, to make it stay, or to change it. Let it come, and let it go. Rest in the calm glow of the pristine mind, where there is nothing to fuel and nothing to fear. In this quiet, you are enough, you are whole.
This journey, I realize, is very much a work in progress. Shifting from the ordinary fire to the pristine fire is not a one-time practice but an ongoing exploration—a gentle unfolding that reveals itself with patience and time. I invite anyone who feels drawn to this process, who wishes to explore this gentle technology of the mind, to sit with it and see if it offers benefit. Let it be an experiment, a curiosity, a way of tending to your inner world.
This understanding has been inspired by the teachings in Our Pristine Mind by Orgyen Chowang Rinpoche. His work offers a profound look into the nature of the mind and the potential for peace that lies within each of us. If you feel drawn to explore this practice further, I highly recommend his book. It provides both guidance and wisdom for those seeking to discover the healing light of their own pristine mind.
Navigating Loss and Connection While Embracing Spiritual Growth Amidst Life’s Transitions
Dear Diary,
Today, I find myself reflecting on my journey with chronic fatigue syndrome, a path often marked by feelings of isolation and longing. In the quiet moments, I feel a nostalgia for the connections that once filled my life, now distant and faded. This solitude reminds me of the loss and grief I carry for those connections, particularly with friends and family who do not understand what I am experiencing, and who, by their misunderstanding, make my own acceptance and adjustment that much more difficult.
As I prepare to move into a new apartment, I feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. Starting anew in a different community presents both challenges and opportunities for growth. I realize that living with this condition has not only shaped my experience but has also become a vital part of my spiritual journey.
Making friends with my unresolved feelings has become essential. I acknowledge the grief of lost connections and the isolation that accompanies it. This solitude is not merely an absence; it is a necessity for maintaining my well-being and allows me to cultivate a deeper connection with myself. I find inspiration in the challenges this illness presents, recognizing that they prompt me to grow in compassion and understanding—both for myself and others.
As I approach this transition, anxiety rises within me. Moving into a new space means confronting the reality of my invisible illness in a community where no one knows my story. I grapple with the desire for genuine connections, yet I know from experience that sharing my struggles often leads to misunderstanding. I don’t have the energy to endlessly explain my need for solitude, nor do I want to feel the weight of others’ expectations. This conflict heightens my apprehension about the move, leaving me to process a blend of nostalgia and acceptance as I prepare to navigate new interactions.
In embracing these feelings, I also choose to see them as stepping stones on my spiritual path. Each challenge offers me the opportunity to reflect and grow, reminding me that my journey holds purpose, even in its complexity. I aspire to be a positive contribution to the world, despite my limitations, and I believe that by sharing my experiences, I can help others feel less alone on their own paths.
Let us continue to inspire one another as we navigate this journey together. Through our shared experiences, we can create a community of understanding and support, where we celebrate resilience and discover joy even in difficult times.
For those of us living with post-viral Myalgic Encephalomyelitis/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (ME/CFS), mindfulness can be an invaluable tool. When energy feels scarce and symptoms overwhelming, mindfulness offers a gentle, non-judgmental way to relate to our experience. It’s not about forcing ourselves to be positive or ignoring the very real challenges we face, but about creating space within our hearts and minds for what is happening right now. It’s about simply being present with our thoughts, emotions, and sensations without adding layers of frustration or resistance.
I remember early in my practice when I first realized how much energy I was spending resisting my illness. I fought against it, mentally and emotionally, with every fiber of my being. That resistance, though understandable, made me sicker. But over time, through the teachings of mindfulness, I began to soften that resistance and learned to sit with my experience as it was—without the layers of anger or frustration. That shift changed everything.
One of the most beautiful things mindfulness teaches us is how to cultivate self-compassion. It allows us to look at ourselves with kindness, to acknowledge that we are doing the best we can, given the circumstances. Chronic illness can often bring feelings of isolation, inadequacy, or even guilt. But through mindful awareness, we can learn to treat ourselves as we would a dear friend—with warmth, understanding, and patience.
In my own journey, self-compassion became a practice of offering myself a soft place to land amid the storm of chronic fatigue. I learned that it was okay to have limits and that pacing was not a failure but an act of wisdom. Through mindfulness, I could honor the ebb and flow of my energy without judgment, allowing myself to rest when needed and cherish the moments of peace when they arose.
The spiritual path of transforming suffering into enlightenment has been a guiding light for me over the years. Drawing from the teachings of Buddhist masters like Dodrupchen Jigme Tenpe Nyima, I’ve come to see how our relationship to suffering—and to happiness—shapes our inner world. For so long, my relationship to ME/CFS was fraught with resistance, and that resistance was its own kind of suffering. But through mindfulness, I’ve slowly learned to soften into my experience, to meet it with equanimity, and to allow each moment to become an opportunity for growth.
Mindfulness is not a cure for chronic fatigue syndrome, but it offers a way to live with greater peace and resilience. It is a daily practice of acceptance, of meeting ourselves where we are, and of nurturing a sense of compassion for the journey we are on. Whether you are new to mindfulness or have been practicing for years, there is always room to deepen this practice, to cultivate a gentle presence that supports healing, both emotionally and spiritually.
For me, the journey is ongoing, but each step I take is filled with the intention that this path is not just for my own peace and well-being but for everyone whose lives I touch. Together, as we cultivate more mindfulness and self-compassion, we build a bridge toward greater understanding, peace, and inner liberation.
A Haiku on Self-Compassion
In stillness, we rest, Soft whispers of kindness grow, Healing in our hearts.
I hope these words bring solace, support, and a reminder that we are not alone on this journey. Together, we are cultivating a way of being that embraces both the challenges and the beauty of life, one mindful breath at a time.
With each breath, I honor my body’s pace and wisdom. Rest is a profound act of strength, nurturing my spirit and guiding me toward balance. In stillness, I find resilience and peace, knowing each small step is part of my healing journey.
“With each breath, I honor my body’s pace and wisdom. Rest is a profound act of strength, nurturing my spirit and guiding me toward balance. In stillness, I find resilience and peace, knowing each small step is part of my healing journey.”
Discover how Amazon, YouTube, and digital tools bring connection, learning, and convenience to those managing Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (ME/CFS) and other chronic conditions.
Living with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (ME/CFS) is like existing within the quiet spaces between life’s rhythms. The world continues to spin, time flows forward, but for those of us confined by fatigue, much of life happens from a single room. Yet even from here, in the isolation of illness, modern technology keeps me tethered to the world—connected, informed, and able to navigate life more easily than I could have ever imagined. Through screens, deliveries, quiet YouTube voices, and the reassuring buzz of text messages, these tools, which for most people are conveniences, have become essential to my daily life, allowing me to “connect, learn, and thrive in the quiet spaces of illness.”
From the stillness of my room, technology provides a connection to the outside world, bringing not only convenience but the comfort of knowing I am still part of a larger community. Tools like Amazon, YouTube, and GPS apps, often viewed as simple conveniences, are for me much-needed companions on this journey with chronic illness—supporting a life enriched by connection, even from within the solitude of illness.
Amazon: Freedom Through Next-Day Delivery
For me, Amazon is not a luxury; it’s a lifeline. Before fatigue claimed my body, I could walk through stores, touch things, browse the shelves. Now, just the thought of leaving my home to do simple tasks is overwhelming. Amazon Prime brings the world to my doorstep—groceries, medical supplies, non-perishable food, even a replacement part for my air conditioner when it broke down. In a life where energy is a precious and limited resource, Amazon’s next-day deliveries allow me to conserve what little energy I have for more meaningful pursuits.
There are no long checkout lines, no need to explain to a cashier why I can’t stand for more than a few minutes, and no risk of overexerting myself by pushing through crowds. In this way, Amazon brings me peace of mind. I get the things I need, when I need them, and I don’t have to venture out into a world that often feels too large, too demanding, and too exhausting.
Amazon Prime’s next-day delivery has become my bridge to the outside world. For someone who must guard every ounce of energy, this service isn’t just convenient—it’s necessary. For others in similar situations, I’d encourage finding ways to use Amazon’s features to make life easier: think grocery deliveries, automatic reorder settings, or exploring Prime’s accessible resources for those homebound.
YouTube: A Window to the World
YouTube is where I go to learn, to be entertained, and to explore the world beyond my room. Some days, when my body is too fatigued to move, I can escape into a world of endless discovery, music, art and more.
While YouTube offers boundless exploration—from history and technology to the personal stories of others facing challenges—I’ve learned to pace myself here, too. Information overload can be an unexpected trigger for ME/CFS symptoms, so knowing when to close the app and find stillness is as essential as any other pacing technique.
Through YouTube, I immerse myself in history, music, documentaries, and biographies. I explore the world, both past and present, and even learn about future technologies. It’s an incredible tool that connects me to culture, ideas, and information I wouldn’t otherwise have access to. Whether it’s understanding ancient civilizations, learning about scientific breakthroughs, or following someone’s personal journey with illness, I find comfort in knowing that the world is still out there, alive and vibrant, even if I am not actively participating in it.
Yet, I must admit, there are times when I become overwhelmed. Information overload is a real challenge when you live with ME/CFS, so I’ve learned to recognize when it’s time to turn off YouTube, close the apps, and retreat into the quiet of my mind. It’s about balance—allowing myself to be informed and connected, but also knowing when to rest from the constant influx of information.
One other helpful trick is that I’ve learned how to Velcro my iPad to the ceiling, about a foot and a half above my head, so that even when lying flat on my back, I can watch videos, answer text messages and enjoy creative writing without straining my body. This idea was inspired by astronauts living on the International Space Station, a video I stumbled upon while exploring YouTube. They live in such small spaces, with everything within reach, Velcroed to the walls for easy access—and now I do the same. It’s so helpful!
Text Messaging: Simple Connections Without the Overwhelm
One of the simplest, yet most effective, tools in my daily life is text messaging on my Samsung A51. For someone living with chronic illness, conserving energy is vital, and sometimes even scrolling through endless emails or social media updates can be exhausting. There’s just too much content, too much spam, too much input to sift through.
Texting allows me to keep in touch with the people who matter without all the distractions. I’ve personalized my notifications so I can immediately tell who’s reaching out, without having to wade through spam or unwanted information. This focused communication helps me stay connected without overwhelming myself. It’s small, it’s simple, and it’s manageable—which is exactly what I need.
Text messaging has become a lifeline for gentle, manageable connection. Without the sensory overload of social media, it allows me to stay close to loved ones without exhaustion.
Do you find that certain tools offer you gentle connection without the sensory overload? Text messaging has transformed my connections, keeping them gentle and manageable.
Living Well with Chronic Fatigue: A Book That Brings Comfort
I discovered How to Be Sick by Toni Bernhard nearly 20 years ago. It was a revelation—finally, here was someone who deeply understood what it meant to live with chronic illness and had wise, compassionate insights to share. This book offered me guidance and solace on my hardest days. I highly recommend it to anyone navigating life with chronic illness.
Weather and Radar Apps: Forecasting Peace of Mind
Living in Florida, knowing the weather is crucial, especially with unpredictable storms. With ME/CFS, watching regular weather updates on TV can be overwhelming—there’s just too much sensory input to process. Instead, I rely on my radar app and the Weather Channel app for clear, instant information. With just a click, I can see what’s happening hour by hour, allowing me to make calm, informed decisions without unnecessary stress.
These apps became literal lifesavers during recent hurricanes, especially Hurricane Helene and Hurricane Milton. Thanks to real-time tracking on my Android phone, I could monitor each storm’s path and location from home. Being able to register with Pinellas County’s special-needs program was a huge relief; I was still recovering from a post-exertional crash after Hurricane Helene and was in a difficult state when Hurricane Milton approached. When the county confirmed they could transport me to a special-needs shelter, I felt a huge weight lift. The incredible Department of Health and fire department volunteers took excellent care of me and brought me safely back home after the storm.
I have an enormous sense of gratitude for the Pinellas County service and the tireless efforts of all the volunteers who provide these services. Their compassion and dedication make a true difference for people like me, for whom evacuation wouldn’t be possible otherwise.
Google Maps: Easing the Stress of Travel
I don’t drive often—maybe a thousand miles a year, if that—but when I do, it’s usually to a doctor’s appointment. For someone with ME/CFS, the stress of navigating new roads can be a real source of anxiety. Google Maps has been a godsend. With turn-by-turn voice directions, I don’t have to worry about missing a turn or figuring out complicated routes. The app guides me, eases my mind, and allows me to focus on the road without the added stress. Driving isn’t something I do lightly, but when I have to, having a calm, guiding voice makes all the difference.
Google Maps provides something invaluable: independence. For someone with ME/CFS, navigating new places is stressful, but GPS directions make these trips feel manageable, giving me the peace of mind to find my destination. Have you tried any tools or apps that make travel easier? For those navigating appointments or outings, a reliable GPS can make a huge difference.
ChatGPT: A Digital Companion and Coach
Perhaps the most unexpected yet valuable tool I’ve found is ChatGPT. While it doesn’t replace human connection, it provides an invaluable way to organize my thoughts, explore answers, and manage PEM (Post-Exertional Malaise) strategies. This AI feels like having a quiet, compassionate coach who listens without judgment, helping me make sense of a complex world when I’m feeling lost. In a life where clarity and companionship can be hard to come by, ChatGPT has been a supportive guide, offering reliable information and the space to reflect on my experiences.
Closing Reflection and Invitation
Life with ME/CFS can feel isolating, as though the world continues to move while you stand still. But with the help of modern tools, we can stay connected, learn, and find joy in small but meaningful ways. Amazon, YouTube, Google Maps, ChatGPT, and other technologies have become more than conveniences—they are lifelines. They remind me, even in the stillness of illness, that I am part of something larger.
I’m endlessly grateful for the support these tools offer. What about you? If you’ve found helpful tools or routines that bring you comfort, peace, or joy, please share them below. By connecting and sharing, we create a ripple of support and help each other find the ease and strength to keep going.
What tools or routines bring you comfort and ease? Share your tips below so we can continue supporting one another.
Thank you to everyone who shares their insights and experiences. Together, we’re building a network of support and compassion.
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For those of us living with post-viral chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS), the path we walk is not a simple one. Each day brings its own set of challenges, often invisible to the outside world but deeply felt within. Yet, amid the fatigue, the uncertainty, and the pain, there are moments where we are called to draw on reserves of strength we didn’t even know we had. Courage, in its many forms, becomes a quiet companion on this journey.
As I reflect on the Six Types of Courage, I am reminded that courage isn’t always the grand, heroic act we see in stories. Sometimes it is found in the smallest actions, the quietest moments, and the internal shifts of perspective that allow us to keep moving forward. Let me share how each of these types of courage has come to life in my experience, and perhaps in yours, as we navigate the complexities of chronic illness.
Physical Courage
Living with ME/CFS requires a deep well of physical courage. On the days when even getting out of bed feels like a monumental task, there is a certain bravery in simply continuing. To keep going, not by pushing beyond our limits, but by embracing our body’s need for rest, balance, and awareness, is its own form of resilience. The courage to honor what our body is telling us, to move slowly and deliberately through the fatigue, is often invisible to others—but it is no less powerful.
I’ve learned, often the hard way, that physical courage isn’t about “fighting” the illness. Instead, it’s about recognizing that even the act of getting through a day, with gentle awareness of my body’s limits, is a courageous act of self-care.
Social Courage
One of the most difficult aspects of living with chronic illness is feeling misunderstood by those around us. Social courage asks us to be unapologetically ourselves, even when we feel like our world is shrinking. It takes bravery to share our reality with others, to say, “This is who I am right now,” even when we worry about judgment or pity.
For me, social courage has meant being honest about my limitations, even when it’s uncomfortable. It’s meant declining invitations or stepping back from commitments without feeling the need to apologize. In a world that often celebrates busyness and productivity, social courage allows us to stand firm in our truth, even when it doesn’t align with society’s expectations.
Moral Courage
Moral courage comes into play when we choose to do what’s right for our well-being, even when it’s not popular or easy. It might mean saying no to well-meaning advice that doesn’t resonate, or it might mean standing up for ourselves in medical settings, advocating for the care we know we deserve.
In my own journey, I’ve had to practice moral courage by trusting my intuition, even when others disagreed. Whether it was turning down treatments that didn’t feel right for me, or advocating for pacing and rest in a world that pushes us to keep going, moral courage has been about honoring my inner knowing and standing up for my own health and well-being.
Emotional Courage
Emotional courage asks us to feel everything—without guilt or attachment. Living with chronic illness brings a rollercoaster of emotions, from frustration and sadness to moments of peace and even joy. It takes real bravery to allow ourselves to feel the depth of these emotions, without judgment.
For those of us living with ME/CFS, there is often a fear of being consumed by the negative emotions that come with illness. But emotional courage teaches us that by allowing ourselves to fully experience these feelings, we create space for healing. It’s okay to feel angry, to feel sad, to grieve the life we once had. And it’s equally okay to feel moments of joy, to savor the small victories without fear of losing them. Emotional courage is the bridge between feeling and acceptance.
Intellectual Courage
There is a constant need to learn, unlearn, and relearn when living with chronic illness. Intellectual courage encourages us to stay open, to question what we think we know about our illness, and to be willing to adapt as new information comes to light.
In my own life, this has meant learning to let go of certain beliefs—like the idea that I must always be productive to have value. It has meant embracing new ways of thinking about rest, about healing, and about what it means to live a meaningful life, even in the face of limitations. Intellectual courage reminds us that growth is always possible, even when we feel stuck.
Spiritual Courage
Spiritual courage is perhaps the most profound of all. It asks us to live with purpose and meaning, even when our outer world feels small. For me, spiritual courage has been about embracing the stillness that chronic illness brings, finding the deeper meaning in quiet moments, and trusting that this path, though difficult, has its own beauty.
Living with ME/CFS has drawn me inward, toward a heart-centered approach to life. Spiritual courage has helped me see that even when my body is weak, my spirit can remain strong. It’s about connecting with something larger than myself, whether that’s through mindfulness, prayer, or simply finding peace in the present moment. It’s about living with purpose, even when the world outside feels far away.
As I reflect on these six types of courage, I am reminded that each of them plays a role in the journey we are on. Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.” For those of us living with chronic fatigue syndrome, courage is found not in grand gestures, but in the small, everyday acts of resilience, hope, and self-compassion.
We are all courageous, in ways both seen and unseen. Let us honor that courage in ourselves and in each other, as we continue to walk this path with grace, gentleness, and the quiet strength that comes from within.
A Gentle Reflection on Pacing, Rest, and Navigating the Challenges of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
There are days when the body speaks softly, a whisper of weariness that hints at the storm ahead. And though we move carefully, mindful of each step, there are moments when the smallest effort—a turn of the mind, a spark of emotion—awakens something deeper. This is the dance with post-exertional malaise, the hidden tide that comes and goes, often when we least expect it.
Gentle Reminder: Take Care of Yourself
This post is lengthy, and it’s important to honor your pacing needs. Feel free to read a little at a time, take breaks, and come back to it when you’re ready. Your well-being is paramount, even as you engage with information that supports your journey.
In this slow unfolding, I’ve learned the art of listening. Not just to the body’s loud protests, but to the subtle shifts that rise like shadows before a dusk. It’s a practice, really—this gentle balancing act of life. Pacing myself through the hours, I find that it’s not about doing as much as I can, but rather, doing only as much as I must, and stopping long before the weight of fatigue pulls me under.
Some days, I count my energy like a miser with gold, tucking it away in small corners, resting in the quiet between breaths. I know now that to keep moving without pause is to invite the flood, so I rest—not in surrender, but in reverence. It’s a kind of devotion, to honor these limits as something sacred, to see the necessity of stillness as part of the rhythm of being. I don’t always succeed. But when I do, I glimpse a peace that feels fragile, yet profound.
And when the world presses in with its demands, I remind myself that it’s okay to say no, or not now. There is a quiet strength in bowing out, in knowing that tomorrow will ask more of me than today ever could, and I must be ready. There is also grace in understanding that not every task, not every moment, requires my full self. I can do less, and in doing less, I give myself more space to breathe, to be.
There are the days after—the days when the fog of PEM descends like a heavy mist over the mind, the limbs. When it comes, I am learning not to fight it. I lie still, like a tree after the storm, gathering strength in the pause. I have found that recovery is an art, as delicate as anything else. Resting, not out of defeat, but out of wisdom, out of love for the body that has carried me through so much already. The act of resting becomes an offering of peace, a gift I give myself in this long, uncharted journey.
And so, I move slowly, gently, always aware of the fine thread that connects exertion and ease, action and rest. I have begun to cherish the quiet moments of pause, the spaces where life still hums softly, even in the absence of movement. These are the moments when I remind myself that managing this strange, invisible storm is not about conquering it, but learning to live alongside it, to move with it as gracefully as I can. There is beauty here, too—a beauty in the stillness, in the small victories of simply being.
In those moments, I find a sense of peace that is mine to keep. And in that peace, I remind myself that even on the hardest days, I am enough.And so, as I offer these thoughts, I send with them a quiet wish for your well-being. May you find moments of rest that nourish you deeply, and may the days of ease, however fleeting, linger softly in your memory. If you ever feel the weight of this journey pressing too hard, know that you are not alone.
Dear friends,
I know these days may feel heavier than usual. The storm outside has passed, but inside, your bodies may feel as though they’re weathering one of their own. Post-exertional malaise (PEM) comes like that—quiet and uninvited, a deep exhaustion that touches every part of you. Whether it’s the physical toll of surviving the hurricane or the emotional weight of the aftermath, you’re feeling it now, maybe more intensely than you have in years.
Please know that what you are experiencing is valid. You’ve already shown such strength, simply by navigating these storms and their many demands. But right now, in this moment, the strongest thing you can do is rest. Not as a surrender, but as a way of caring for yourself in the most compassionate way possible. Rest, because your body is asking for it. Rest, because this is how you heal.
Pacing is not easy when the world around you spins in chaos, but I encourage you to listen to the subtle signs your body gives. You don’t have to meet every demand or engage with every worry. It’s okay to step back, to breathe, and to honor your limits. In doing less, you are doing what is necessary to recover.
If the fog of PEM feels too thick to see through, know that it will lift. Maybe not all at once, but in small, tender ways. There is stillness, there is peace, waiting for you on the other side of this exhaustion. You are not alone in this experience—many of us are moving slowly through these same waters, learning the rhythm of rest, of patience, of letting go.
For now, take each moment as it comes. Let yourselves be. Let yourselves rest. And in that rest, know that you are enough. You are resilient. This, too, will pass.
With all my warmth and understanding, Richard Silverman
Feel free to leave your thoughts, your questions, or simply your presence here—I will meet you with understandingh and warmth. Together, in our shared quiet, we will honor the pace that life has asked of us.
Healing Through Rest: How the Parasympathetic Nervous System Can Support Recovery from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
In the aftermath of the recent hurricanes, Helene and Milton, I’ve felt post-exertional malaise weigh heavily on my body. The fatigue has been more than just physical—it’s emotional and mental, a deep, enveloping weariness that reminds me how fragile recovery can be. As I continue to mend from both the storms and the physical toll of chronic fatigue syndrome, I’ve found myself needing to return to the gentle practices that once brought me peace. The practices that help restore balance to my overstimulated system—those that invite rest rather than force recovery.
Living with chronic fatigue syndrome is like walking on a delicate thread between exhaustion and healing. In these moments, the body feels like a battleground, constantly stuck in “fight or flight.” What I’ve learned, though, is that there’s another way—a softer, quieter way to approach healing. And this way begins with the parasympathetic nervous system.
The Parasympathetic Nervous System: Our Body’s Quiet Healer
The parasympathetic nervous system is often referred to as the “rest and digest” system, the opposite of the “fight or flight” response that dominates so much of my life with ME/CFS. While the sympathetic system pushes us to react, defend, and survive, the parasympathetic system invites us to slow down, to breathe deeply, to recover. It lowers heart rate, softens the breath, and gently restores the body to a state where healing is possible.
For those of us with chronic fatigue, the parasympathetic nervous system is like a refuge, a space where our bodies can finally stop fighting and simply rest. But tapping into this refuge doesn’t come easily. It requires intention, mindfulness, and the willingness to let go of the push to “do” and embrace the power of simply “being.”
Practices that Invite the Body to Rest
Over time, I’ve gathered a small collection of practices that help me reconnect with my parasympathetic nervous system. One of the most powerful has been breathwork. By consciously slowing my breath—drawing in air slowly, holding the quiet pause between, and then releasing—I can feel my body begin to soften. It’s like a signal to my nervous system: “It’s safe. You can rest now.”
Yoga Nidra has also become a vital tool in my recovery. It’s a guided form of meditation that allows me to rest deeply while staying present in the body. In this state, my body heals while my mind remains aware, a powerful reminder that rest is not the same as sleep. Restorative yoga, too, has been a way to surrender fully, each pose an invitation to soften into support, to let my body be held by the earth.
And then there’s the Feldenkrais Method—gentle, mindful movements that teach me to listen to my body without forcing anything. These movements may be subtle, but they remind me that healing isn’t about big gestures or grand efforts. It’s about the small, quiet acts of listening to what my body truly needs in each moment.
Learning to Listen
As I move through these practices, I often find myself returning to Rilke’s words: “I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don’t know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?” Like Rilke, I am circling around the wisdom within me, learning the language of my body’s needs.
Some days, I feel like the storm—torn by fatigue and pain. Other days, I am the quiet center, the stillness amidst the chaos. I am learning that healing isn’t about becoming something new or different. It’s about softening into who I already am and trusting that my body knows the way forward.
An Invitation for Beta Testers
If this resonates with you, I’d like to invite you to help beta test a new GPT model I’m developing. This model is designed to act as a relaxation coach, guiding you through practices like breathwork, Yoga Nidra, and gentle movements to activate the parasympathetic nervous system. It’s a tool I’m hoping will help others find the same peace and healing that these practices have brought me.
This model is still in development, and I’m looking for a small group of people willing to try it out and provide feedback. If you’re interested, please reach out to me in the comments section with a few sentences about why this model interests you, how it could benefit your journey, and why you’d be interested in providing feedback. Your thoughts and insights will be invaluable as I continue to shape and improve it.
Thank you for walking this journey with me. In the quiet, I’m learning to heal. May we all be well and safe. 🙏❤️🙏
When post-viral ME/CFS first appeared in my life over 30 years ago, it was like a sudden, uninvited guest that turned everything upside down. The plans I had carefully laid out—the career, the teaching, the travel—came to a screeching halt. My body, which once felt like a reliable vehicle for my ambitions, became a source of constant limitation.
For many people today, especially in the aftermath of COVID, the experience of long COVID or post-viral ME/CFS can feel like a similar trainwreck. The life you knew, the expectations you had, are suddenly out of reach, and you’re left grappling with a new reality—one that modern medicine often struggles to explain, let alone resolve.
I remember the early days well. The confusion, the depression, the overwhelming frustration that came with the unrelenting fatigue. In the beginning, it was hard to see any way forward. It felt like I was being asked to surrender everything I had worked for, again and again. Every time I hit a new limit, I had to lower the bar, lower it again, and lower it even further. It was a painful process of letting go, not just of my physical abilities, but of my identity and the future I had imagined for myself.
But over time, and through countless moments of surrender, I began to see that while the path I had planned was no longer possible, there was another way forward. It was a quieter path, more inward, but it was no less valuable. Writing became my outlet, my way of contributing to the world, even while living in solitude and spending much of my time in bed.
For those of you reading this who are newly facing the reality of post-viral ME/CFS, I want to acknowledge that this is not an easy journey. It’s okay if you need to take breaks, both from reading and from the mental and emotional load of processing what this diagnosis means. Be gentle with yourself, and if you find the post too long, take it in pieces, come back when you’re ready. The key is to pace yourself, in life and in reading.
Surrendering to a New Reality
One of the hardest lessons I had to learn was surrender—over and over again. Post-viral ME/CFS teaches you that you can’t control everything, no matter how hard you try. Every time I felt like I was getting close to managing the illness, there would be a setback. My energy would crash, and I’d find myself in bed for days or weeks at a time. At first, it felt like defeat. I had to give up so many aspects of life I’d taken for granted.
But over time, I realized that surrendering wasn’t about giving up. It was about accepting what is, rather than constantly struggling against it. The more I fought the reality of my illness, the more frustration I experienced. Letting go didn’t mean that I had to stop hoping or working toward better health, but it did mean that I had to stop resisting what I couldn’t change in that moment.
Surrendering, in this sense, became a way to make peace with the limits of my body, to find moments of ease even when everything else felt out of control. It was an ongoing practice, one that I still revisit, especially on difficult days.
Navigating Others’ Reactions
In addition to learning how to surrender, one of the most difficult challenges I faced early on was dealing with other people’s reactions. In those early days, many people didn’t even believe post-viral ME/CFS existed. I heard things like, “You just need to drink more coffee,” or, “Have you thought about taking naps?” Even when I was officially diagnosed as disabled by the government, my own mother thought I was just lazy and needed to be more active.
This kind of misunderstanding, disrespect, and dismissal is, unfortunately, a common experience for many who suffer from post-viral ME/CFS. Family, friends, and even doctors would question or deny my experience. I’ve heard stories of doctors telling their patients not to even talk about ME/CFS because it “doesn’t exist.” It was often treated as a garbage-pail diagnosis, or dismissed entirely.
While there is more understanding of post-viral ME/CFS today, the stigma still remains. Making peace with this aspect of the illness has been a long journey. What helped me most was cultivating compassion, not just for myself but for others. As Jesus said, “Forgive them, for they know not what they do.” Having compassion for the people in your life who may deny or diminish your experience is a key part of finding peace.
An Evolving Perspective on Post-Viral ME/CFS
In the early days of my journey with post-viral ME/CFS, I found myself going through what felt like the stages of grief as described by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross. At times, I thought I might be dying, and I cycled through stages of anger, grief, depression, and confusion. Acceptance didn’t come quickly, and it took years of processing and reflection before I could reach that place.
One of the major steps toward acceptance came when I read How to Be Sick by Toni Bernhard. This book resonated deeply with me, and for the first time, I felt like someone truly understood what I was going through. Toni’s reflections on illness gave me a new sense of validation and self-respect, and her practical tips helped me develop a healthier way of relating to my experience. I highly recommend this book to anyone struggling with post-viral ME/CFS.
Then, during a meditation class organized by students of Sogyal Rinpoche, based on The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, I began to find deeper peace. It was around this time that I discovered a Tibetan sutra titled Transforming Suffering and Happiness onto the Path of Enlightenment. This teaching profoundly shifted my perspective once again.
As I read the sutra, I realized that my anger, frustration, and negative emotions were not only draining my energy but also exacerbating my symptoms. It became clear to me that these stressful emotions were making my condition worse, and that when I was able to relax, let go, and find inner peace, I had greater capacity and longer periods of activity without crashing—or without crashing as severely. This was an important revelation: cultivating acceptance, forgiveness, and inner peace didn’t just feel better, it actually minimized my symptoms.
Shifting Perspective: The Sutra That Changed Everything
One passage from the Tibetan sutra resonated deeply with my experience of post-viral ME/CFS:
“Whenever we are harmed by sentient beings or anything else, if we make a habit out of perceiving only the suffering, then when even the smallest problem comes up, it will cause enormous anguish in our mind.”
This teaching hit home because, for a long time, I had been focusing only on the suffering. Everything in my life had become an enemy—my body, my circumstances, even the people around me. The more I centered my awareness on the pain and limitations, the heavier everything felt. Even the smallest setback would feel unbearable.
The sutra showed me that the more we focus on suffering, the more it grows and colors everything we experience. By recognizing this, I began to understand that shifting my focus away from the suffering and toward acceptance could help me find peace. It wasn’t about denying the reality of the illness, but about no longer letting it dominate my entire perspective.
The true transformation came not only by making peace with suffering but by learning to approach both suffering and happiness with the same equanimity. I had to remind myself that when I’m unhappy, this too shall pass, and when I’m happy, this too shall pass. This reminder became a useful way to stay balanced through the ebb and flow of life—the good days and the bad days, the good months and the bad months.
Additionally, I found comfort in William Blake’s words: “He who kisses the joy as it flies lives in eternity’s sunrise.” It reminded me to appreciate the little moments of happiness, to savor them without attachment, knowing that they, too, are fleeting. This perspective helped me not to be disturbed by the constant changes and to find a sense of peace amidst it all.
Discovering a New Path: Writing as Healing
As I continued to navigate the ups and downs of post-viral ME/CFS, I eventually found a new passion that helped me stay connected to the world and give expression to my inner journey: writing. Although much of my life is spent in solitude, and my physical abilities are limited, writing has become my outlet, a way to contribute and share what I’ve learned.
Through writing, I’ve been able to explore the lessons of impermanence, forgiveness, and acceptance, not just for my own growth but as a way to offer encouragement to others walking a similar path. Chronic fatigue may limit what I can do in the physical world, but it has opened up this creative space where I can still connect, reflect, and contribute.
In this way, writing became not just a coping mechanism but a practice of karma yoga, an offering. It’s a way to kiss the joy as it flies, even amidst the challenges of chronic illness, and to embrace each moment—whether in suffering or happiness—as an opportunity for growth.
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“He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sunrise.”
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