Dear Mom,

I am SO tired.  Exhausted, actually.  That's what an autoimmune disease does to you.  Well, at least, Hashimoto's does.

If you were yourself, I would call you and most likely whine a little, cry a little, feel miserable, and you'd listen and sympathize for a bit before you'd tell me to get over myself.  Of course, you'd phrase it a bit more kindly than that, but the principle would be the same.

You'd tell me stories about relatives I've never met who felt similarly, and what they did, or how they kept going, how they coped, or you'd try to figure out a way to help me help myself.  Or you'd just let me vent.

I really, really miss that.

I am so very very tired of being tired for no good reason.

I miss you, Mom.

Love,

Jo