Journal
Joy as Survival
In the middle of my MS relapse, when I couldn’t get out of bed and thought my life was over, I discovered something small but powerful: joy. Not happiness, joy. Tiny sparks like a squirrel on the wall, a gecko in the sun, or a bag of bright embroidery thread. Those little bursts became my lifeline.
Messy doesn’t mean broken. It means human.
Joy as Survival
In the middle of my MS relapse, when I couldn’t get out of bed and thought my life was over, I discovered something small but powerful: joy. Not happiness, joy. Tiny sparks like a squirrel on the wall, a gecko in the sun, or a bag of bright embroidery thread. Those little bursts became my lifeline.
Thursday, 4 September 2025
Between booking my MRI, being ambushed by a rain spider, and collapsing in the middle of a Roadworthy test, my body and brain have been through the wringer. But somewhere between panic and flare-ups, I’ve also found a strange new joy in embroidery (sorry, loved ones, you’re all getting lopsided stitched gifts from now on).
Journal Entry – August 26
Today’s vibe: somewhere between weeping into my coffee like it’s holy water and laughing at the size of my boobs (currently applying for their own postcode). Bugsy chewed through another toy, I glared at the mirror, and hope is still clinging on like a drunk girl at karaoke.
I’m sick. And I’m Tired of Pretending It’s Okay.
Living with Multiple Sclerosis isn’t just hard, t’s invisible, misunderstood, and too often dismissed. A raw, emotional look at the reality of MS, how stress impacts it, and what we wish you knew.
Sudden Shutdowns & Strange Snapbacks
MS and sudden sleepiness? I’m opening up about my strange new episodes, what they might mean, how they’re affecting my life, and how I’m (eventually) navigating another round of scans, fears, and frustrating medical limbo.
How I Turned Into a Pot Plant and Suffered My Own Neglect
How I turned into a pot plant and suffered my own neglect™ 🌿
This month’s mood: blanket burrito. This month’s sponsor: definitely not SheWee™ (but it should be).
Bugsy ate something he shouldn’t have. I avoided the dishes and my soul is on a hunger strike.
But hey, the plants are thriving.
