Is your mind nattering at you again, comparing your life now to the "honeymoon" years before the meds and the appointments?

Do you feel the guilt of the "brutal reallocation" of your time and resources?

I did, and to be honest, at times, I still do, and I’m judging my own fatigue, telling myself I shouldn't be this tired, but the reality of living with this third party is simply exhausting at times. 

Can you give yourself permission to be tired without attaching a "should" to it?