Yes, I’m venting. But also? I’m done pretending chronic illness is a polite little inconvenience. And you shouldn’t downplay your pain either.

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.

TOWANDA!
I’ve entered my IDGAFEra™. Powered by hormones, chronic pain, and an utter lack of patience, I’ve made peace with the fact that some things (and people) just don’t deserve my energy anymore.

This listicle is my middle finger to loud chewers, unsolicited health advice, and every beige Instagram mom who pretends her toddler doesn’t throw forks.

Kathy Bates rammed a car in a parking lot once, and I’ve never felt more spiritually seen. My time has come.

The City of Cape Town is cutting support for Rust-en-Vrede Gallery in Durbanville. Learn what’s happening, why it matters, and how you can help save this historic cultural landmark.

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.

Discover how plain air‑popped popcorn is a sneaky weight-loss ally; low in calories, high in fiber and antioxidants, with tips on healthy home prep and flavour ideas.

A personal adoption story becomes a parable for South Africa’s unfinished rainbow, spiced with an Ubuntu stew anyone can share.

We live in a culture where burnout is a badge of honour. Where busy-ness is virtue, exhaustion is currency, and rest is treated like dessert, a sugary reward after you’ve swallowed the meat and bones of your suffering.

But here’s the uncomfortable truth: rest is not a reward. It’s a right.

Written by -N. Collins, RN A journey of learning to embrace life with compassion and care for myself. When I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS) in January of 2023, my focus was anything but myself. Providing for my household, caring for my children, caring for...

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