The Fatigue You Don't See: What Post-Stroke Exhaustion Really Feels Like

If you see me out and about, I probably look fine. That’s all down to a little post-stroke sleight of hand. Stroke survivors become very good at putting on a show for public appearances. We rest beforehand. We plan. We arrive with our game face on. You see the polished hour, but you don’t see the horizontal recovery that follows at home.

Post-stroke fatigue is a real disability. It’s a silent one, and one that people rarely ever know about. When people outside our home see us, we have made sure we are rested enough for that interaction. Then we go home and plug ourselves back in.

For a long time, if I was meeting someone new who knew I’d had a stroke, I’d issue a disclaimer.  “Just to let you know… Sometimes when I’m tired, my words go… it’s really annoying!  It’s just something that happens! Please forgive me”

My number one concern was that they would think I’d been drinking. Now I care less. Now I just say, “When I’m getting tired, my words go.” Short and factual, with no apology attached.

Now I realise that this is more than public perception, or a little light aphasia.  Post-stroke fatigue (or PSF) is a very real part of life.

And here’s how it feels…Fatigue for me is everything slowing. It’s not sleepiness or the need for a quick nap. It’s effort - everything takes more work. 

Even thinking feels manual.  I have to think harder about what I want to say, what I want to do, and how I connect the two.  It might start with a headache. A slightly groggy feeling. Then my speech changes. I start speaking slower and words come out wrong. Sentences arrive in a stunted, awkward rhythm. My tongue feels heavy and flat.

It is a bit like having had far too much wine, but without the fun, giggly bit. Things are fuzzy. You definitely don’t want to operate heavy machinery. You might not even trust yourself with a glass of water.

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There are times when something simply stops working. You drop the glass and stand there staring at it, trying to work out what just happened. By the time you connect the dots, the moment has already passed.

I often say that “I’m tired” because that’s the socially acceptable shorthand. Everyone says it.  But when I say it, I mean fatigue.  It’s not the kind of tired that can be tackled with a few minutes of shut-eye.  What I need is proper rest - I need to shut down almost completely and reboot with deep sleep so my brain can restore itself.  Think of your phone running on low power mode. The screen dims and background apps close. It starts to go slow and then, eventually it refuses to cooperate. The only remedy is a solid overnight charge. Well, that’s me.

Sleep works because it’s the one time when nothing new is coming in. Because there’s no information coming in, and no processing happening, the brain gets to be plastic, to prune useless bits and flush out the rubbish clogging everything up. A golden time for neurological housekeeping.  Without that, the system simply runs on fumes.

For many people fatigue is erratic. But mine is pretty predictable.

Sensory overload will do it every time. Too much noise, too much visual chaos, too many smells. Commuting into central London finishes me off. I can never plan more than one thing a day, and certainly not a full day of activity.

Proper thinking is another trigger. Problem solving. Academic work. Strategy. Anything requiring multiple pots of information to be accessed and tied together.  My concentration works in shorter spurts than it used to. Sometimes I get into a stream and things flow, but then I hit a dam. 

Too many questions can tip me over. Imagine someone sprinting through a disorganised filing room trying to locate answers while drawers stick and papers fall. My brain works harder now than it ever did before, desperately trying to find the right ‘paper’ I need.  It feels as though my conscious mind is checking in with my subconscious before allowing anything out. Occasionally the wrong word escapes too quickly and although my subconscious flags the error, it’s already out in the wild. That’s how I know the autopilot is gone or malfunctioning.

The smallest activity can have a disproportionate effect. I once tried adding three-digit numbers with my daughter. Within minutes my head throbbed. When she corrected me, I became irritable. My subconscious had already told me I was wrong. Being corrected twice, once by my brain and then again by my child, stung.

So, all in all, post-stroke fatigue really stinks. It limits what I can do.  I used to pride myself on multitasking and efficiency but that’s long-gone.

But I have to find a way to make sure I’m not framing this loss as entirely negative. Yes, I have to slow down. I have to think before I speak. I don’t have the capacity to worry about non-consequential nonsense. But none of that is through my own fault.

A friend once said, “These negative thoughts cannot live rent free in my head.” It was a lightbulb moment for me. If a thought isn’t helpful, it is a squatter. Out it goes.

I have stopped consuming endless negative political news. I read more about improving my health, travel writing, food, and space discovery. Space is particularly comforting. It is vast, creative, and long term. Any small cognitive flubs I have feel completely inconsequential against galaxies and light years.

Post-stroke fatigue is overlooked because we learn to live with it. We adapt. We present well in public. We rest in private.  If you’re newly experiencing it, it does improve with time. You learn your limits and your family and friends learn them too.

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Once you give up trying to do everything, particularly if you are used to multitasking and pleasing everyone, boundaries become essential.  And you need to know, really deep down that fatigue isn’t a personal failing. It’s your body stating, quite firmly, that the battery is flat and there will be no more calls today!

So, listen to it. It’s entirely reasonable. Rest well, rest deeply and you’ll be ready for tomorrow.