My First Year Anniversary: Reflecting On Loss and Rebirth.

Today marks exactly a year since my life changed completely. I’ve been procrastinating writing this post for a while now. I’m still not sure why exactly, but I have. Perhaps I am still trying to process the rollercoaster of emotions that come with any sort of anniversary. Continue reading

Life’s Tough When You Are Constantly Choosing Between Your Health And Your Experiences

When it comes down to it, I am ‘too sick’ for a lot of things – most things in fact. Some of these things are made totally impossible by my symptoms but others are just made extremely difficult. I’ve been struggling with the ‘extremely difficult’ things lately; do I risk my body totally failing and resulting in immense pain/fatigue or do I play it safe and stay in bed? Continue reading

Acceptance Is The Key To Finding Happiness Again

When I talk to people about my situation, most of the time I get the reaction ‘I don’t know how you do it’ or ‘how are you still so positive?’ My answer to this is acceptance. This applies to anything in life, if you can’t accept your circumstances, you can’t take control of them.

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Why I Blog

It was once hinted that my blogs were a form of ‘attention seeking’ by someone close to me and it really hurt me. I then began to think about why the hell I was actually doing it and dedicating most of my time to it. I was determined to prove to myself that my blogs were not me ‘crying for help’ or ‘attention seeking’ but I came to the conclusion that as a matter of fact I do want attention for my blogs but not for selfish reasons at all. Continue reading

Dancing with Words – My Illness as my Dance Partner.

As a dancer, I’ve always expressed my emotions through dance. I would tell a story of my own emotional battles through either my improvisation or my choreography. Lately I have been really down about not being able to physically express my current struggles through dance. I sometimes hear the perfect song and envision myself telling my story through movements and flow. When the realisation kicks in that I most likely will never be able to express myself with dance again, it brings me to tears every time. Continue reading