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.
A recent sonnet, written for a friend whom I love. It's hard to see your loved ones hurt themselves.
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 ❤
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!
For two years, I had the privilege of dating a wonderful young man. This is the letter I wrote him but never sent - redrafted with added years of hindsight (which, as we all know, is 20/20). It's about love, and remorse, and theft, and getting things totally, totally wrong.
For the disciples, the hours must have seemed like eons. The day after Jesus' death was the day everything looked like it had gone horribly, horribly wrong. Holy Saturday is the day when the disciples are waiting, and God doesn't show.
Want to know more about chronic pelvic pain, self-help, and vaginas more generally? Of course you do. Here's my entirely-not-definitive list of useful articles, books and even the odd video.
For about seven years now, I have lived with a dirty secret. When it first came to my attention aged 17, I kept it to myself, letting it rot inside me and making me feel utterly freakish and disgusting.
It’s like the worst Blind Date episode ever. I don’t want any one of the three mystery bachelor drugs, you can all get in the sea.
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.