Like a sunset where brightness turns into a starless night, life with sarcoidosis sometimes feels like a dimming evening sky as little by little strength vanishes.
Like a raging river coming to a trickled end, life with sarcoidosis sometimes feels like a dried up river bed as cognition begins to evaporate.
Like fluffy clouds that drift through the sky and dissipate, life with sarcoidosis sometimes feels like changeable atmosphere as security turns to the unknown.
Like the lost fuzz of a well worn tennis ball, life with sarcoidosis sometimes feels like a backhand down the line as self confidence takes a hit.
Like an ocean wave hitting the shore and then washing back out to sea, life with sarcoidosis somtimes feels like receding water as energy ebb.
Like limited visibility on a foggy morning before day breaks, life with sarcoidosis sometimes feels like a misty haze as priorities become murky.
Like the last scene in a movie where the camera pulls back, out of foucs and goes dark, life with sarcoidosis sometimes feels like a slow fade to black.
Sarcoidosis Soldier 
I can really relate to that misty haze right now. It’s like being on a raft in the middle of a foggy ocean, with that insecure floating sensation and complete loss of direction, while at the same time being weighed down to where you don’t have the strength to paddle yourself to shore, wherever that may be.
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Exactly! Fatigue sucks!
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I’m sorry. Your post has a huge impact, you know, which basically means that it is well written.
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Thanks. I don’t feel this way all the time but once and awhile the physical losses from my disease hit me hard.
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I’m glad you don’t feel this way all the time. 🙂 At least.
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Me too! :.)
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‘Like’ for the writing … not that you sometimes feel this way — ‘like’ — the word doesn’t really work every time!
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Interesting feedback….
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