Im lying awake at unsociable hours, when yet again my brain kicks into gear. When the world is silent I am thinking, what next, what now. I know this is futile, but that’s how my mind works, it seems to think it can solve all my problems when really I should be sleeping.
Soooo I haven’t been posting as regularly as I would have hoped, my naughty stomach gremlins are on the prowl. I don’t know if its because I fed them after midnight or what but gizmo and his buddies aren’t happy.
Me and my partner went to watch the new star wars, the last Jedi the other weekend. Why is this relevant you wonder? Saturday morning rolled round and I hadn’t made a decision to go anywhere, In fact I had not even made the decision to get out of bed.
Some days I feel as though I gave myself this illness, that I should feel guilty that I have a chronic disease that can’t be cured. This is madness I know. We are constantly surrounded by news stories or articles and even other people who have no medical background telling us we ate the wrong…
#crohns you’re never going to keep me down. This past week I have pushed my body beyond its means, I refused to believe that I was that Ill. I should have listened to the warning signs that I was over doing it.
Fatigue, feeling absolutely shattered after the smallest of tasks like climbing the stairs, sticking the washer on. I can’t go a day without having an afternoon nap, usually after work. Sound familiar? That gnawing sensation that your body has been pushed to it’s limit and just wants a little rest even when you haven’t done…
A little poem I wrote back in 2014, must have had a bad night. My heart feels brittle It’s crumbling away to dust These tears keep leaking And I’m starting to rust