Journal
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).
Messy doesn’t mean broken. It means human.
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.
The Quiet Feels Different Without Bugs
My dog, Bugsy, is at my mum’s this weekend. He’s being absolutely spoiled, no doubt about that. She’s probably made him scrambled eggs and is reading him bedtime stories while feeding him snacks off a Royal Doulton plate. He’s living the high life. I know he’s happy. I know she adores having him. And he loves her too.
