Christmas with a chronic illness, hard to plan, a stressful build up and… Rather anticlimactic! This year I chose to keep it low key, I didn’t so much as over-eat, thinking this would cut down on the stress element. Instead it seems to have made me miss Christmas, it’s over before I really felt it had begun. As it … More So… This is Christmas?
It varies. There isn’t much I can say about other people who ask this question, because it can be asked in different ways; for different reasons. Sometimes it sounds almost sarcastic- someone might see you out for the first time in months looking perfectly all right and doubt that you’re sick at all. For others it … More How sick are you?
A big part of the battle that invisible illness fighters face is that our illnesses are, well, invisible. I know complaining gets you comments like ‘at least it’s not cancer’ or people simply think that you might say looking ‘normal’ is frustrating but really you don’t know how lucky you are; actually looking sick would … More But… You don’t look sick…
Until recently, the word ‘lonely’ made me think of being, well, alone. Now I look at it a little differently. Think of standing in a room full of people who you know nothing about, or who you know… But also know you have nothing whatsoever in common with them. How would you feel? That feeling … More Are you lonely?
It’s true! I have been told that I am underweight… Many times, in fact. The ones that upset me most were friends, they would never accept me calling them ‘fat’ so why is ‘skinny’ any different? I’m planning on going into my opinions on that in a future post but for now I’m sticking to … More So I’m underweight!? One moment, just let me finish this pizza…
Do you ever find that the only way you can ‘know your limits’ is to not notice them until it’s too late? Like those ‘boundaries’, you don’t know they exist until you smack right into them. The thing is that I seem to be a little blind when it comes to this- time after time … More “Limits? What- oh.”
… By a girl wearing a striped top, skinny jeans and converse high tops, or so it would seem. To start with, we went into tkmax. I left the wheelchair in the car (manoeuvring around all the clothes racks, waiting for the lift, having to get up – resisting the urge to cry out ‘It’s … More Shoppers are scared of being run over…
Sakara Dee 