I was diagnosed with CFS last week. At first it didn't really phase me - I've been tired for so long, it just made sense. But now that I can't just sit in denial...well, I'm scared. I am a person who is known to be the "glue", the one who holds everything together...and I can barely hold my head up. I feel like a burden, and a disappointment, and so very very useless. I have faced so many challenges in the past two years - overcome addiction, the death of my best friend, huge changes in every part of my life - and now I am so disheartened. I feel like I worked so hard to arrive...here. I hate feeling sorry for myself, and I'm hating myself for even typing this, but I am out of hope right now. Without my energy, who am I? What is my value? What in the world is the point of...me? I applaud everyone out there who bravely faces this DD...I can't seem to find my fight.