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( consejo de psiquiatra) pero no es posible. Ya noto

que las personas normales; mi familia y amigos, se quedan sin palabras. No cuento ni una decima parte de lo que siento, pero lo podría resumir diciendo que me siento aislada, sola, terriblemente sola entre las personas que me quieren. Llevo años siguiendo las instrucciones de algún médico o psiquiatra: "has to overcome that tiredness Mary, little by little, as a training ...."

"go swimming, tai chi, dance"

does not learn 10 years I had to leave little by little to do those things that I liked, after that I relax, the plants, birds, household chores, and

as many days I can not with my personal hygiene, dress cost me horrors and world

out the door home to see my niece ... Clearly they do not have the slightest idea what of living with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and Chemical Sensitivity ! Or worse, they think we are very mad and crazy. I have been prescribed many different medications that I feel like a lab mouse, only worsened

and suffer more symptoms. For three months I'm training to start working, to leave the house, see people, feel a person, a working woman. I did not succeed. I put the biggest undertaken, little by little, making every day a little more ... bad thing is that little bit every day has left me exhausted, fatigued to the point of me very badly physically and psychologically touched. I know what the disease, I know far I can go, I know uptime I can take, therefore, also when I stop and I have not done.

I tried to be a normal person, the sister, mother and aunt, who at Christmas dinner with his family, it was like a great marathon. After two days of rest I

tried to repeat the experience on 31, 12:30 was already in bed all day 1 and 2, like a sack very heavy and sore. Also went to the front door to see Reyes Magos with my niece,

was his first year. The next day I could only see his face with toys an hour. Since then I can not anymore, 10 hours in bed I have not been recovered, and my mind has fallen to the lowest, the sadness of seeing me so limited, and this without having to go to work ... crying, carry rabies and five years and getting worse without a light at the end of the road, just left me thinking: Why am I here? I only suffer the people I love, I notice. I want to die? Maybe, or just a cry that only says NOT WANT TO LIVE WELL.

I make my plans for the future, away from it all, pollution, noise and products that can not stand ... but I need money to get money is to work and work is to be healthy ...

A crossroads which has no outlet.