The house is unnervingly quite for this time of morning. Summer holidays have began and this may possibly be the kids having a lay in at last. I did role over at 7am to find my son snuggled in beside me but he just smiled that most handsome of smiles, rolled over and went back to sleep. This gives me the rare opportunity to come downstairs and enjoy my coffee in silence. Well almost but I don’t count the ticking of the clock and the snores emanating from the dog bed. This, for me, is a good start to the day. It allows my brain time to start up, ponder the jobs of the day and then find a suitable rhythm to trundle through what lies ahead. Too often I wake to my brain racing, each thought coming faster than the next. A run down of the tasks in need of completion, an anxiety filled review of tasks which should have already have been done but lie in wait. Having been diagnosed with ME a few years back I have been forced to look at my life through a magnifying glass. To analyse every ...
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