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.
How do you reconcile the different sorts of love? How do you risk loving someone you depend on? How do you deal with the constant confusion of desperation and gratitude?
Featuring my Mum, my novel, and a PAIN FREE DAY!
My word count has fallen significantly behind my goal projection, because I had my first PHYSIOTHERAPY on Thursday! It was a really positive, albeit completely bizarre, experience.
Yes, it is safe to say, I have been flagging. I was hoping to get at least a week in before I began to wobble but alas, it took me just five days. In my defence, I knew I wouldn’t be writing for two of them because of being in London. What I didn’t foresee (though I probably should have done) was the massive blooming flare-up that followed my Big City jaunt.
Featuring Twitter exchanges, mulled wine tea and nice-smelling candles.
Featuring friends, faith, and a fudging ridiculous onesie.
This week, I'm feeling 22 (ooh ooh), and also, apparently, about 8.