Still Moving

by Skyeris

In late 2019, Skyeris fell ill with a strange respiratory illness. As someone with a long history of respiratory ailments, she was puzzled by the intensity of what she concluded must be a bad flu. Except that in the new year, the illness morphed into raging aggravation of her pre-existing chronic illness, along with unnerving brain fog, disorientation, and profound exhaustion.

Only after the pandemic began did she understand the source of her acute illness. Several more months passed before she had any idea of the larger implications of Long Covid. In those fiery collective years, she sequestered herself as much as possible, emotionally most of all.

From this journey both collective and isolated, unfolding all over the world and yet mostly at home, she shares the steady despair and rare triumphs. Through screens, in her own body, or anywhere else, she traverses the intensity of the pandemic, but most profoundly the labyrinth of the heart.

128 pages, Paperback

Published November 11, 2023

Reviews

[FayReading · Rating 5 out of 5]

I rated it 5 stars out of 5 stars

Would recommend

Would read again

Reading the book felt like I was just talking with a dear longtime friend

A book that somehow balances talking about heavy topics and a difficult time in such a way that the reader doesn't feel overwhelmed or weighed down

The book flows even though the subject matter is serious and is a great weekend read

A book that conveys the author's life-changing journey and battles and expresses the message of "I'm alive I'm still here"

The book is affordable and available in paperback and Kindle although I personally would love it in audiobook or Audible as well someday. My personal experience is with the paperback

I've attended the author's online book release celebration for Still Moving and think the author would be well-suited to audiobook narration

While reading the book I was actually reminded of the Invictus poem by William Ernest Henley, first published in 1888 and is as follows


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

[Maureen · Rating 4 out of 5]

Not having ever dealt with chronic pain or long Covid, this book would be about as close as a person could come to understanding the daily devastation of the long process. For others who have dealt with chronic health problems this book is a must read.