Living for me on a bad day with ME/CFS and endometriosis feels like this. My body feels so heavy I feel chained down, my head feels as though I am wearing a thick metal helmet that pushes my eyes closed and various parts of my body feel like they are skewered, tearing or burning. Light and sound stab at me. And my voice comes out in croaks. But, sometimes, on these days my mind is intensely creative, and this picture was the product of a bad day. I hope it speaks to someone and makes them feel less alone.
