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This morning Facebook popped up a memory from four years ago, the year before I got sick. It was a photo I had taken during a long, solo bike tour in the Trossachs. It was just me and my bike, accompanied by the sounds, sensations, and feeling of being me in nature.  I vividly remember my adventure on that particular day, and how my body was capable of propelling myself up the hills, breathing hard, sweating from the exertion, my heart pumping energy around my body. With each pedal stroke I could hear my tyres cross the ground, progressing forward over the many miles I covered that day. I didn't need or want anyone or anything else. I was making my own way, strong and capable, grateful and proud of my ability to be independent where and how I wanted. I thrived off the sensation of feeling every single corner of my body swell full of content, full of my life force. A Trossachs Adventure - June 2013 © When I first got sick, the only piece of helpful advice I ever re