Chronic Fatigue Syndrome /Fibromyalgia makes you extremely tired, exhausted and weak. It means you only have a fraction of waking hours that most people enjoy - and even those waking hours are often spent feeling exhausted and with brain fog.

But you **can** do something in your day - it just may not be much...

... so all you have to do is 'focus your light' - focus your energy!

Most healthy people have oodles of energy - but many don't focus on anything in particular and so they don't feel that they get anything done.

In essence, many people - healthy or otherwise - sadly lack direction. They lack focus...

Even tiniest amount of energy - directed every day (or every other day or basically, when you feel well enough) towards a goal - in end, and after time, forms a huge result.

No matter how much energy you have - if you focus that little amount of energy on working from home - setting up your own project - you will get there. After all...

... snail wins race!

It's not a question of:

"But how can I make money? I have nothing to sell!" - that's one objection pretty much every CFS or FM sufferer that I have talked to, initially comes up with.

I say 'initially' because after I've explained to them different ways in which they can make money online, something 'clicks'...

All you need is a computer, Internet, and a passion about something. ANYTHING!

We live in a world where knowledge is KING. People are hungry for knowledge - and everyone - EVERYONE - knows something about SOMETHING.

It might be about how to manage 3 kids during holidays. It might be about your faith in a religion or about spirituality. It might be about your interest in history, pets, makeup, knitting, fishing, model planes, sport, massage, quilting, sewing, gardening, computers, chess, cooking, travelling, cars...

The day I was diagnosed, my doctor handed me a glucometer, an 1800-calorie diabetic diet and a handful of prescriptions, mumbling something about being sorry and I should watch after my health better. WHAT!!! I had been on every low-fat diet and was down to eating like an anorexic bird. The injustice of whole thing was just WRONG.

Over years, as other fatties joined food addiction support groups, shamefully admitting to secret outings to fast food drive-up windows in middle of night and weekends spent with cartons of Haggendaz, I was frigging STARVING!!!

The 1800 calorie diet was AWFUL. I was constantly hungry. The medicine made me run to bathroom every hour, leaving me even hungrier. I was dizzy from blood pressure medicine and tips of my fingers were bruised and tender from blood sugar checks. This was not way I wanted to live. I now understood why my mother seemed so resigned in end to inevitable death. Having diabetes was no fun.