Everyday was a severe challenge. Just getting out of bed in the morning brought more difficulties than it should have. This wasn’t normal— it wasn’t normal for a healthy twenty-two year old to be this fatigued. Her job was hard, yes. Her children drove her nuts, they were her children. Her husband had been away filming a movie, shit happens. She couldn’t necessarily blame all of her problems on those issues. Jon could see a noticeable difference in her. She was always tired. Irritable. Depressed. He thought the worst, but taking her to the doctor, they both learned that what she had was very common, but still serious; Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.
Now, as Saraya laid in bed, she sighed softly. She didn’t like having to rest all the time. She had a nineteen month old and a four month old. She couldn’t make Jon do everything as well as worrying about his potential return to Monday night Raw. A small growl left her lips. “This is stupid,” she muttered, grumbling with slight anger.