I wasn’t ready to write these words on the Internet back then. But I am now. And I want to. Not out of a prurient desire to share intimate details of my sex life – sorry to disappoint – but because I truly never believed it would be possible. I believed that lots of people could get better and heal from vulvodynia/ vaginismus; I just didn’t think I was one of them. And perhaps there’s someone out there who feels exactly the same, and needs to hear me testify to the change in my narrative.
It’s that time of year again, where everything starts with ‘it’s that time of year again.’ As a self-defining nostalgiaphile, I tend to love anything with the words ‘in review’ at the end. However, not all ‘in reviews’ are fit for public consumption. One needs to be careful what one reads nowadays. Speaking of… I […]
What should we say in the face of the knowledge that a loved one feels poorly? We don’t want them feeling that way for long, and we want them to know it – what else can we say? I took some time to compile a list of all the things you could say to spoonies instead.
Who says New Year’s Resolutions and Reviews are just for December? I took my sweet time considering the books I read this year and what they meant to me. Buckle up, I’m getting my Geek on.
I recently realised that my blog has been rather serious of late. To combat this, I am going to endeavour to reinstate #ThankfulThursdays, i.e. the one day a week where I share five things that I am grateful for.
When pain is invisible, it is easy for it to be underestimated or ignored altogether. Filming my day helped me feel visible, and felt like an important move in my advocacy journey.
For World Mental Health Day, I’ve written about my experience of chronic pain & its effect on my mental health. CW: depression, anxiety, self-harm, suicidal ideation. Look after yourselves ❤
This is a poem I wrote when I was about 15 years old, based on Oscar Wilde’s ‘The Importance of Being Earnest (A Trivial Comedy for Serious People).’ Check out that complex rhyme scheme!
A poem about how pain can feel like it takes over your identity. Written in a flare. Any Spoonies who can relate, please make yourself known in the comments!
