Being trapped with M.E. in a body that wouldn’t operate, when even drawing breath at times was just too exhausting, felt like nothing less than than being entombed in some sort of hellish half-life from which there was no escape. No way to get away from the pain of my broken life and shattered dreams. I was trapped in my own test tube, the pearl in the shell, with no way to break out… All I could do was to surrender to the process with as much grace as I could muster and face all my terrors once and for all, trusting that my inner journey to heal myself would eventually lead me out into the light again.
