It’s beyond exhausting living in an autoimmune flare. It feels like having the flu every day. Yes, there’s pain in my joints, migraines, ulcerative colitis, all over aches. But the worst part is the paralyzingly fatigue where I have to battle to open my eyes. Luckily, I can find my way to the bathroom in the dark. For my spoonies, I feel you. I am you. For my healthy people, looks are deceiving.