M.E. diary
New Phase: Part Three of Three
I have been in my perfect cottage for almost 2 years now. I am still slowly getting things how I want them which is unusual for me. In the past, everything would have been unpacked and put away before bed…
New Phase: Part Two of Three
I spent a lovely year sharing Sally and Emilys home, and life. Sally is a highly qualified, and experienced, nurse and between Sally and Rosie, who could always be found lying outside my bedroom door on any day I was…
New Phase: Part One of Three
It has been a tough couple of years … as may have been made obvious by the lack of posts. The Nottington to Nottingham move lasted 3 months. The friend I moved in with, although the gesture was well meant,…
Weymouth Calendar Girls
Im March last year my friend and dear landlady for the last 9 months, decided to top the makeup less selfies by offfering to do a topless one if someone sponsored her. Myself and many of her friends offered to…
Nottingham or (go) bust!
I have moved! It all happened so fast which is unusual for me – since I’ve been ill the norm is that nothing happens at all no matter how hard I try. A friend of 16 years who has been…
Summer of Fun
As every day goes by im getting stronger and stronger. My lodger, who moved in a couple of days after my abusive ex husband moved out, says he wishes he’d taken a video of how i was 9 months ago…
Fiona Smith
I don’t know what to say. I really feel for Fiona Smith, the 31-year-old ME sufferer who so sadly committed suicide recently; her parents, who must be feeling completely helpless and may be even thinking that they failed her in…
On the road again!
It’s been a while since I blogged but I have reasons for this: a) I ended a physically and mentally abusive relationship which had made me very ill for a long time and it’s taken a while to get my…
Update 9th March 2013
Ive just got my blog back online again after months of problems with servers and hackers. Ready to start writing again but my life has once again changed beyond belief (my belief anyway) so it might be difficult to explain…
Party girl to party pooper – Part 1
PART 1 In the days before I found out it was adrenaline that kept me going I really was the epitome of the party girl and could keep playing longer and harder than most of my friends, who were averagely…
