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.
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 ❤
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!
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.
Am I crying enough? Am I crying too much? Why am I not crying at all? What ‘stage’ of grief does the model say I’m in? What am I supposed to do with all these emotions inside me?
I totally forgot about #thankfulThursdays! Here’s my belated post… Filled-With-Gratitude Friday, anyone?