Jody’s Blog . . . a life after chronic fatigue syndrome

Saturday, August 1, 2009

I write to my imaginary friend, the one who is always there, who always wants to KNOW me. I write believing I can hear a response (my imaginary friend ALWAYS gives a response, lest I feel unloved or alone).

When I find indifference and lack of regard in the rest of the world, when I grow tired of standing with a gift in my hands, offered up to backs turned to me, and I and my gift are, once again, ignored as beneath interest …

Then I come here to write. Because here I have an audience, I have my imaginary friend.

Even if that audience is only me.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Some animals use echolocation to orient themselves. They emit calls to the world and listen for echoes from their surroundings.

This helps them determine where they are, where they are going, and what if anything is near.

Here is a poignant metaphor. We call out to find our place, to see if anyone is near, if anyone responds. A response helps us know where we are, where we are going, and whether or not we are alone.

For many with CFS, results of echolocation are bleak.

Too often they call out and find, there is no response.