I'm thinking of starting a blog for parents with ME/CFS, in an effort to find and create support, and to grasp some kind of sense of control. I wrote this poem/prose as my first post '2020 BC' or ' I Just Can't Do It' I've come to the realisation That I just can't do it. School runs Rushing around At the crack of dawn Pounding hard miles Of punishing tarmac a day Pushing a six year old all the way In a giant special needs stroller One day of that And I'll be imprisoned for a week In my Princess and the Pea bed Cradled on multiple mattresses Held tight by cushions and grief I just can't do it I'm not the person I was, see This time last year, BC Before Covid Thanks to the Big C I now have ME My life My body My mind Has changed utterly In my life BC I lived like anything was possible Bounced through adventures Waved a machete at adversity Broke the barriers Powered through But now I just can't do it. Simple chores disable me Lights and sounds confuse me And Life overwhelms me In the World AC. This virus has changed my life Beyond recognition And I just have to admit To the world and me That I just can't do it.