Tag: Chronic illness

Severe M.E. – The Hidden Monster

.Reading time 19 minutes.
Close up of blue forget-me-nots.

M.E. (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis) is something very few who haven’t lived within its reach truly understand. Like many other chronic illnesses, nobody on the outside can really see its true effects, the worst is mostly played out behind closed doors and in dark rooms. Before I carry on, I just want to note that, like many […]

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On Grief and Growing

.Reading time 6 minutes.
Pink cherry blossom with 5 petals and bronze leaves.

This year, my 25th one, was the year I always told myself I’d have ‘caught up’ by… whatever that means. It’s like I thought life was a game of monopoly, with houses to gather with each year. The dating one, the driving one, the job one, moved out one, home-owner one, car, relationship, child… And […]

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Wheelchairs Are Like Glasses

.Reading time 9 minutes.
Holly, a white woman with shoulder length brown hair, sitting in a powered wheelchair in a field with a bay pony leaning her head into her lap, smiling. Holly is wearing a black coat, black leggings, a black baseball cap and green tinted glasses.

Have you ever heard of the term Ambulatory Wheelchair User? I’m going to hazard a guess that unless you’re a part of the disabled community, or close to it, it’s unlikely you have…

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FOR MY FUTURE SELF

.Reading time 13 minutes.
Rays from the low sun streaming over the back of a white pony, with a bay horse grazing in the background.

I sat down to write, and by some twist of fate I came across a letter I had written to myself 2 years ago today. Here it is, in case you need to hear it too…

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ACCEPTANCE

.Reading time 6 minutes.
Holly, a white woman with shoulder length brown hair, sitting outside in front of hedges and trees in a Quickie Q700 Sedeo Pro Powered Wheelchair with the legs elevated. Wearing grey trousers, a plum coloured top, sunglasses and a grey baseball cap.

I’ve been wanting to write about acceptance for a while, and what it means to me. So often, the narrative we hear is centred around overcoming challenges, but what about accepting them and ourselves, as we are?

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