We're all characters just trying to work out what part we are going to play in this epic novel.
Someone once tried to chat me up whilst I was using crutches. "Hey, I'm using crutches too, broke my leg"... yeh, great Bill, but your leg will fix itself.
I am tired most days because my joints work hard to keep me upright. Chronic pain is unseen, unheard and half the time it is never known about.
I used to find myself crying because I couldn't understand why my body hated me so much. I went through numerous doctors who had no clue what was wrong with me, and when they did, they packed me off with painkillers.
Having my period has always been one of my hates, however, as I've got older, they have become much worse. No one is a fan of their period... the monthly visit from Mother Nature... Aunt Flo... The Blob... call it what you will. I remember wanting to cry when I first got mine. In my … Continue reading I fear my periods.
I am invisible. Well, I'm not actually invisible but part of me is. The part of me that really doesn't want me to succeed or to do well; the part that hates me having a good day. And, I say it is invisible because you can't see it. You can't see me struggling. Granted, some … Continue reading We’re Invisible Warriors… time to acknowledge us.
I had a pretty shit beginning to my week, and it has made me pretty, excuse my French, pissed off. I'm just angry at myself, at life... and I just feel like crying every 10 minutes. However, Nutella has been my saviour and endless amounts of junk food. In-between stressing over my dissertation, swallowing painkillers … Continue reading My Week Started off Badly… Just Keep Swimming.
University is supposed to be the best experience of your life. That's what everyone says, anyway. Admittedly, my time at university has been exciting and pretty fun. I've grown so much as a person and learned a lot about myself. However, there is a probably a side people never see. This goes out to all … Continue reading Personal Pieces: Why Uni is a ‘pain’.