I had always been a hard worker. When Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) first struck me I was doing a demanding full time job and trying to set up my own company in my spare time. I suppose it was the stress of this that made me so ill. At the time I thought I had meningitis. I thought I was going to die.
After a few weeks of not dying, I realised that life wasn’t going to end. But it wouldn’t ever be the same again.
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