When I was in my early twenties, I thought I was on top of life, training for a marathon and forging what I believed was going to be a successful career in advertising, until one day life had a different plan in store. It decided I needed to spend the best part of four years in bed – sleeping up to 21 hrs a day, too exhausted to move and wracked with pain – to the point I had to crawl upstairs on my backside because my legs were so weak. What began as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, later progressed to SLE –
