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.
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.
“You Don’t Look Disabled”: The Reality of Living with an Invisible Illness
Today, I had a horrible experience in town — and sadly, it’s one that many people with invisible disabilities know all too well. I parked in a disabled bay. I’m allowed to. I live with multiple sclerosis (MS), a chronic, degenerative illness that affects me every...
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