I gave up alcohol because it was effecting my health. It was worsening my IBS, it wasn’t helping my joints, and it was generally making things much more difficult cognitively.
As a writer, every single one of my characters has a little bit of me poured into them, and none so much as the protagonists I write
So a friend posted that they’ve worked with Goop magazine recently. This has given me huge issues. I get that they were working with a particular friend who was featured in the magazine, but here’s the thing, Gwyneth Paltrow is a hack. Her website advocates crap like Autism Speaks without challenge. In articles such asContinue reading “Beware the healthy mommy blogger”
I’m tired. Perhaps that’s the hardest thing to explain. Because when I say I’m tired, I don’t mean that I’m just ‘tired’, I mean that I’m tired to my very soul. I’m tired of being a chronic pain patient. I’m tired of being in pain all the time, I’m tired of having to explainContinue reading “I’m tired”
I had a chat with my sister this evening that I want to share with you all. It’s an important one I think that every person with any form of chronic pain needs to have at some point. And it’s to do with how we perceive our place in the world and our abilities toContinue reading “Just because I’m in pain doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy life”
Dear Stefani, I know there are days when with the depression, the anxiety, and the fibromyalgia, it all feels like it gets too much. I know that there are days where you just want to hide from the world. I know these things, because like you, I have fibro, I have depression, and I haveContinue reading “An open letter to Lady Gaga after watching Gaga: Five Foot Two”
A rundown of the past week: I posted about my past and lost a friend of 17 years who thought it was more important for me to do something they wanted me to do than that I finally felt able to say ‘This is me, this is why I have PTSD.’ Only a few monthsContinue reading “Who’s the F***ing Snowflake?”
My mum used to tell me that I was born fighting. That this little 6lb 12oz bundle of flesh that was literally blue from the waist down due to a coarctation of the aorta was not going to let anything stop them. I could scream with the best of them, and I was going to make that known. It would take an hour and a half to give me my bottle and approximately fifteen minutes for most of it to come back up. In 1982, not a lot was known about allergies to formula and or breast milk apparently. Nowadays I would have been put on some lactose free alternative.
My dear and loyal readers, you know the drill by now, I’m an Aspie, I have various medical conditions and various disabilities, and I’m Queer as that rainbow that’s coming after the thunderstorm that’s currently raging outside your window. Here’s the thing though. Having a list of labels a mile long means I can quiteContinue reading “When you’ve met one person with…”
As an indie author, I’ve been asked why I don’t keep my health separate from my work. Why I choose to talk about it so openly on twitter, on my personal facebook, and on my blog. Here’s the reason: I CAN. It’s really that simple. There are thousands of people, actually, millions of people, outContinue reading “Why I refuse to hide the reality of my health from my social media accounts”