This illness will last for a long time. And why is that? Because I am already prepared to die – inside
To Mammi…
The infection came suddenly – like a bolt og lightning out of the blue. The Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, however, came tiptoeing, slowly but surely. It came to take away from me everything you might call an identity. And it succeeded. In the end I was no longer myself. I “was” a fatigue syndrome.