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 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!
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?
As anyone with chronic pain will tell you, sometimes the huge effort it takes to do little things, like make a cup of tea or shower, really grinds you down. So when something big comes up, it can really knock you for six. Like, for example, having to make the significant decision to quit your Master’s degree because you’re not well enough to finish it.
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.