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.
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.
Coming Home for Autumn: Rest, Reconnection, and the Joy of Slowing Down
After time apart, we’re finally back together — cozying up through chilly mornings, late-night laughter, and slow weekends that remind us to rest. A journal entry on love, burnout, and the quiet healing of coming home.
Pain, Rain, and Bugsy: When Your Body Says No
Chronic illness flare, MS pain, rain-soaked roads, and a defiant dog. A raw dispatch from the frontlines of one brutal morning.
The Comfort of a Clan: Why It Still Takes a Village
Feeling overwhelmed, exhausted, or like you have to do everything alone? This heartfelt post explores the power of community, the struggle to ask for help, and what it really means to find your tribe when living with chronic illness.
Dreams, IUDs, and a Digital Aunty: Notes From a Tired Brain
Call me old-fashioned, but I want to hug the people I love. Not just double-tap their faces on a screen.
Fatigue, Bugs, and a Midday Nap I’ll Never Get
A doctor once explained it like this: if someone without a chronic illness wants to understand what MS fatigue feels like, they’d need to stay awake and upright for three days straight. Then try to function like a normal human. That’s the starting line.