My name is Podrigotumma and when I was in my 20s for about eight years I had this fatigue

condition and there was somebody in my life who pretty much every week would come up with

a new idea.

Have you tried garlic, have you tried magnets, have you tried this kind of a pillow, have

you tried sleeping on your back, have you tried sleeping on your front.

And here's the thing, their constant stream of advice, really well-ment and possibly

sometimes filled with something that might have been actually helpful was something I

ignored because I was fatigued, being fatigued.

I kept on looking for a public language that would work, a public language that I could

trust and half the time when I was looking for things that helped, they were mostly saying

by this thing that will help and that was an entirely different relationship as to whether

it was ever going to work.

Self-care by Soulmasjareeth.

Have you tried rose hydrosol, smoky quartz in a steel bottle of glacial water, tincture

drawn from the stamens of day lilies grown on the western sides of two story homes, pancreas

of toad, deodorant paste, have you removed your metal fillings, made peace with your mother,

with all the mothers you can, or tried car exhaust, holding your face to the steaming kettle,

primal screamed into a down alternative pillow in a wood-wild tree-vading.

Have you finally stopped shudding all over yourself?

Has your copay increased, right hip stiffened, has the shore risen as you closed up the shop,

and have you put your weight behind its glass door to keep the ocean out, all over, rang

the singing bowl next to the sloping toilet, mainline lithium, collared in another mandala,

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