exiting the comfort zone

openerA few years ago a friend of mine was heading off on exchange to Denmark for university when she said to me with a smile (and a fair amount of trepidation), “what is wrong with our comfort zones again? Why can’t we stay in them?”. She went on to have a great experience on exchange but I’ve always remembered that moment, it resonated.  Continue reading

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almost better…

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I made it to midnight this New Year’s Eve, the first time in three years, and as I raised my glass to cheers with tipsy friends I felt so grateful to be there, to be functioning, to be happy and to be almost recovered… Read on

skiing? goal achieved!

onskisThe big news is that I went skiing last month. Yep, that’s right, me, the CFS warrior went skiing. Woo hoo! And why haven’t I shouted this from the rooftops and stamped it all over social media? Why haven’t I yelled loudly and proudly about achieving this goal I set two years ago? Well, I wasn’t sure how to explain that I did something as insanely energetic as skiing, yet I still have chronic fatigue… Read on

Climbing back up the cliff

beddogsI recently found myself in a CFS setback, back to being housebound and some days bedbound. On the other side of this setback though, having returned to my baseline, I can now see that it was a good thing, that those six weeks of fatigue and confusion and pain and grossness were actually worth it. Why? Because I realised my health is actually improving! Read on

Fatigue-iversary

mebaking I had a nasty thought the other day that my entire year as a 27-year-old was just spent being sick. Wow, that’s a great way to make yourself miserable Susan, so let’s rearrange that thought little miss overachiever. Ok, yes I was sick with CFS for my 28th year on this earth, but more importantly some very good things happened too.
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Grieving for the past two years

openerWhy have I been so sad? Why do I cry watching clichéd American TV shows? Where has my motivation gone? What’s going on? Am I depressed again? Or maybe it’s something else… Something else? Maybe it’s July. And why is July significant? Well, it just so happens that in the month of July, two exhausting years ago, I got sick, and I didn’t get better. Read on