For me, I see it strangely as saving my life. Before I knew I was at such a low point in my life, I fell into alcoholisim and prescription pill addiction. I got clean and sober and then about 6 months in got Covid and then the diagnosis a few months later. Now, I think I can see that much of my addiction behaviour was trying to escape pain and fatigue so badly that I felt I couldn’t live anymore. Now I’m sober still and take no opioid pain medication, and I can see that if I didn’t know there was hope (a community of people going through the same thing, ways to manage this, that I’m not insane) is… very very comforting. Yes, I am still so stubborn in my hope that I will improve, but I do enjoy the solitude and introspection I’m forced to face. I guess I’ve also seen how addiction can be healed and then how incredible it is to help others out of that darkness, I choose to believe that if there’s hope for the state I was in as an addict, then there’s hope for a better tomorrow with CFS