Breaking down overwhelming goals in chronic illness..

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We all have the ability to reflect on what we think will provide us with an over all happiness within our lives. It possibly involves being pain free or without an illness, which as fortunate as that would make us feel, it is not currently sustainable. Happiness usually involves us convincing ourselves it will truly arrive with one long term, dream goal. We believe that only when we achieve something so big, will be feel happy and complete. Why can't we believe that right now, we also have the ability to help to make our present happy, content and fulfilling? This is a concept I often don't know how to abide with in chronic illness and disability. A lot can feel against you, such as your body and your abilities and you wonder if finding your happy ever after will be a reality.

When you become chronically ill, it doesn't make your goals or ambitions any less important than a healthy beings. Yes, it probably makes them a little harder to achieve but it doesn't make all of them impossible. Achieving is something we are desperate to strive towards in our lives. We tend to become frustrated with ourselves, our bodies limitations, our lack of a normal life. It can be frustrating to have an able mind with a non able body, something many of us struggle with accepting. I think we try to over compensate for our disabilities. Trail of thoughts such as the possibility of always living with chronic pain, always using a wheelchair or being housebound forever, subconsciously rule ourselves out of ever improving. They are hindering our growth as people and replacing us with a definitive disability, which we only become if we allow ourselves too. I know that we would all love to improve, but I don't think we should remain hung up on the prospect of finding a magical cure. Instead, begin by working with what we have been given. Simply, A chance at life.

Living with chronic pain or a disability will always make you doubt your goals. The concept of pain is something we become dependable on, it's almost like our shadow. We know it's abilities to cause havoc as well as the disruption it can cause in a life. You begin to wonder if goals are only achievable to those with health on their side. Health is a huge factor, albeit one that is taken for granted by so many, in the ease and ability of a task. I don't doubt that if something is incredibly meaningful to you and your purpose in life, there will always be a way for you to find the confidence and strength to take the first steps towards reaching your goal. Whether health is on your side or not. Illness means it might not be an easy prospect, but if meaningful, it will be powerful enough. There are so many doubts within a life with a long term illness, but there is also no need to feel unfulfilled in your circumstances. We tend to adapt to giving up on a thought or idea before we have tried in illness, usually to save us the heartbreak, set back and low mood, yet we will never really know unless we try. When we have setbacks in leaps and bounds, it can make us feel incredibly down and disheartened. Almost as if any positive change or progression will never arrive in our lives, but this is a thought not a fact.

Everything takes hard work, passion and perseverance. An idea or thought that you conjure up will never come to life without taking the small implemented steps to reach the final product. Everything takes process. Personally, I think that this is what I often forget. Life with chronic illness can feel lifeless, dull and hard that we usually pray for some good to come into our lives, however big or small. We feel like we have the worst luck in the world, that we are segregated from society and that we deserve the smallest ounce happiness. Yet in order to get to that happiness, we need to acknowledge that the process of getting there needs to be provoked by and start within ourselves. The probability of it falling into our laps is incredibly small. We are quick to forget the all important mantra, 'Rome wasn't built in a day'.

Sometimes there will be no overall fixing within your circumstances, this can be a scary wake up call. There are little aspects within our lives that we can adapt, try to change, work with, try to take a different perspective upon but there will never be a complete fix for our pain or incurable illnesses. Sometimes, that prospect can make us feel slightly worse. It feels finalized and any aspect of hope can dwindle. However, we only feel this way if we really allow ourselves to see it as a death sentence. I have days where I wallow, I feel useless, down and quite bluntly a waste of space. It never feels like what we achieve or set our mind to is enough when you live with a chronic illness. You've got to remember, considering we live in constant pain at least it is a start. We all have our down moments, they can be far too frequent and often seem like they are constantly with us, but they really do give you clarity on your stronger days.

I also have days where I am adamant I will reach my goals, because I know it will make me feel like I am a part of society, that my life matters, that I have more to give and just because I crave the natural aspects of being an adult. Typically, just like anyone else my age who is healthy. I don't want to allow my illness to make me miss out on these aspects of life that I am just as entitled to as anyone else. I just have to want it enough, to try my best to change and adapt my current situation.

I have my moments where I focus on the goal as a whole, which can make me feel incredibly far away from actually reaching them. Another set back in my mind. It's only when I think of that overall goal in a different way that the possibilities and factors within it seem to become more achievable, build-able and attainable. For every goal I have however big or small, simple or complicated, I now create the very trusty, spider diagrams.

One of my goals at the moment is to try and build upon driving alone, something I am too frightened to do because of my symptoms and pain. Yet I know deep down, this will possibly open up new doors for me. I will be able to visit local family and friend's for a change of scenery, I will be able to run an errand by myself eventually. It's not something I express, but to me its a massive deal. It's a fear. Something not many people think of as challenging is something I have struggled with for years now. So my spider diagram of driving alone first includes to the end of my road, around the road, up onto the main road and then to a friends house. I know I will have to repeat this step multiple times to gain my confidence but I will do so to not be so frightened. I have factorized my goal in order to not make it seem so overwhelming and unattainable to my pain, illness and lifestyle. I also do this because it's more rewarding to be able to tick off the smaller factors in my goal than it is to stress over not reaching it just yet.      

When you begin to doubt yourself, you plant a negative seed which you then always return to when you are feeling low. Over time, you begin to start believing and feeding off the negative thoughts. You must always try to remember the thought that instigated you wanting to even achieve your goal. It will in time become enough to carry you through the first scary hurdle that is holding you back. You just need to understand and accept that chronic illness means that the smaller factors within your goals, are the real focus. Otherwise everything will feel overwhelming, unfair and unattainable.

Recently, I have been thinking of many professional and personal goals. I started to write lists of all of the positives and then I was swamped and plagued with the doubts, which seemed to take more of an effect on me than the positives did. I was seriously doubting myself, yet I was aware it was a negative seed. Can I even do that? Am I clever enough? Do I really know what I'm doing? Will my pain allow me to go forward with this? Ultimately, I will never know unless I try and that will be my optimism. If that is the aspect or even the one thing that carries me through, then it will be enough for now. Our goals and aspirations will not always be successful the first time we want to achieve them, they will scare us and we will feel let down more than once. In illness, it will feel like a setback, especially when you know how hard you are trying with a body that often, does not want to co operate. Trying is never a setback, it really is a brave triumph!

Goals in comparison to others our age are what we tend to focus on. Everyone in this life is notorious for comparing themselves to someone else. Some one is always going to be richer, prettier, brighter, funnier, happier. Try not to compare yourself to others. I do that all too much and it only ever makes me doubt my personal achievements at a chronic illness level, which not many have to deal with. I end up convincing myself I will never be like them, doubting myself before I've even took a step on a similar path. In order to eventually be like those people who inspire us or fuel us (if it's what we desire), we need to just draw the line at admiration before we reach an unhealthy, constant comparison that ends up dragging us down.

Instead, we need to break down and analyse what lies within our personal overall goals. If your goal is to get back to work, stamina and strength might firstly be the smaller goals you must work towards, in order to get there. All of these smaller attributes, no matter how little or less rewarding than earning money at a job they seem are what gives you hope in life. They remind you that your heart is still beating under your chronic pain exterior, that your life is still important and that you will find a purpose. Every time I do something small once in a while I think, well at least I have been out in the world today. It's still disheartening to not be out there upon levels that are frequent, but it would have been worse if I had stayed stuck inside, hidden away.

I came up with this example when thinking of the prospect of factorizing goals in chronic illness. If you want to make cupcakes with your own recipe by hand, firstly you have to figure out the exact ingredients you want to use. Then you have to go to the shop, possibly even two, search the rows of aisles and find the right ingredients. You then come home and prep your oven, baking utensils and dishes and then have to weigh out your ingredients. Along comes the process of having to make the cake mix, which will involve some whisking, beating and mixing. You are then able to de counter the mix into cup cake cases. Once you have prepared the cup cakes, you have to put them in the oven and wait 25 minutes for them to bake. Finally cooked, you then must wait a further 10 minutes for them to cool down before you can begin to add any icing and toppings. Eventually after a while, your cupcakes will be ready to serve and be enjoyed. My point being in the cupcake example was not to make you all hungry, it was to prove that is an incredibly lengthy process to get to the point of success. Theoretically, the process of being able to hold a baked cup cake in your hand is never a quick snap of your fingers, it was an action instigated by a thought in order to produce a finished result. Every major goal is soaked with little goals and hurdles within it's process.

I am the ultimate dreamer. I think of what I'd like to achieve and in my mind, I'll be there by next week or next month. In my dream world, I'd actually be there by tomorrow. In reality it may possibly take years but it also, might not. Yet that doesn't mean that the entire process to get towards all of the places that I want to be, can't start right now, in this moment, today.

Little steps can even appear from just building or acknowledging them in your mind. Whether that be thinking about something more rationally, being able to see the positive quicker than yesterday, being more compassionate to others but more importantly, yourself. One day, you will realise that all of the little steps you are taking in your day to day life, would have played an important part of getting you to where you are in your present. In reality, the possibility of us ever feeling completely well, healthy and able is quite small but the possibility of us being able to work on the smaller aspects within our circumstances, focusing on those triumphs and improving those are pretty high. Be kind to yourself and remember, don't run before you can walk.

The lyrics of this song really resonate with me and the meaning of this post...

Ella Henderson - Giants

Chronic Teenage Tears is 2 - Friends, Growth & Life....

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I can't quite believe I am sitting here writing my blogs 2 year 'birthday' post. Two and a half years ago, blogging about chronic illness had not even crossed my mind. I have read many beauty and lifestyle blogs in my time, but I never even thought about blogging about chronic illness. The origin of starting my blog stemmed from feeling severe isolation in my life after living with a chronic illness for all of my teenage years. I felt like I went from 13 years old to 50 in a short amount of time, rather than transforming from a young teen into a young adult. Every teenage typical 'normality' and 'lifestyle' could not have been further from my situation. July 2013, was a seriously testing time in my life. I could not understand how or why my life was turning out like it was and quite honestly, I felt at my wits end. There have been so many times in chronic illness that I have personally wanted to just give up, but this occasion in July 2013 really stands out.

Helpless, lost, frightened and so deeply depressed were basic foundations that made up my daily life at this point. I didn't want those attributes to make up every single day of my existence, let alone ever think they would be so reoccurring during my teenage years to present. I had lived chronically ill and housebound for 5 and a half years by age 19 and I was devastated. I never want to get to that place consistently, again. As long as I continue to push myself to help others and know that I may possibly get a response in return, or even be helping them in their own aspects of life with illness, I can't give up. Knowing the safety that blogging also gives me, in regards to realising just how many others live a life of similar circumstances is also a key to my survival within my life with chronic illness.

Nothing comprehends or prepares you for the isolation you feel when living with a chronic illness. Especially at a young age where a group of friends should be a consistent and positive thing. I wish I would've started this process long ago for what blogging has done for my mental state, however I am a firm believer in being in the right place at the right time. I can only hope that more of those occasions have the possibility to arise in my life during my future in blogging and personally too.

Something came over me in that really low moment in July 2013. Something forced me out of my comfort zone towards randomly starting a blog. Something instigated the necessity to reach out to others. It may have been desperation, it may have been rational thinking, it may have been a higher power. Who knows! All I know is that it has been one of the best forms of progression in acceptance for my mental health and growth in acceptance of a chronic illness. No matter how many times I may contemplate deleting this blog, usually from fear I am sharing too much, fear that I am being too honest or fear that strangers will potentially judge me on what I have written, I truly hope my words based upon fist hand experience can help someone who is in a similar situations. The fact that something so simple has been the key to connecting me with so many others with chronic illness, is something I will truly be forever grateful for.

Subconsciously, when I write my blog posts I write them in the context of almost coaching myself with what has been on my mind regarding illness. Sometimes it works in my favour and I feel good to get it off my chest, sometimes it makes me completely analyse the topic for days on end therefore making me feel worse about my current situation. But ultimately, it can also really help to push me towards taking small steps to try to better my life and current reality. So here is my two year look back. I often forget the things my blog has helped me to achieve until I see it on paper. 

I really can't believe in two years I have managed to gain over 30,000 page views on this blog. I am very aware of the fact that some bloggers can gain thousands in a day, but to me it's a sign that someone may be connecting with my own story and ultimately feel less alone in their own life. I remember the joy I felt at 100 views, my mum and I were so overwhelmed and ecstatic. I know that that chronic illness in young people isn't a subject that is deemed highly important (it should be) or something that may cross a mass of the populations mind on a daily basis. It's not an area many take expertise or take a solid interest in. Just knowing that a handful of people can connect to my own life with multiple diagnosis's and chronic illness is something I am always so quick to point out, because it truly means so much and has been one of my main factors in acceptance, help and growth as a person. Being chronically ill is a lifestyle in need of so much more awareness because it is sadly, a living reality to so many young people out there.

It almost frightens me that only two years ago, I didn't have the support and the gratitude of knowing the people I do today. My blog has connected me to I hope, many friends for life. These people not only understand my reality because so unfairly, it is also theirs, they just don't realise how special they are. It takes a special person to help you through your own day, hurdles and misfortune when they themselves are suffering too. They don't realise how many beautiful qualities illness brings out in them, their attentive care and wisdom. The support they provide from a distance is everything and more I could've hoped for in friendship. On a daily basis, they show me reasons of why I see past their illness and only see their strength and admiration. They have become people who I speak to daily and others who I catch up with during the week or month. No matter the time of day or night, someone is always there to speak to on any corner of the world, who can make me think more rationally and even just to let each other rant away about illness, isolation, pain. 

Not only has my blog allowed me to make such amazing friends, it has also allowed me the opportunity to meet them on this side of the ocean and the other. My family and I had the pleasure to meet the lovely Denise from 'Chronic Connection' in Orlando, Florida earlier this year for lunch. I have also had the pleasure of regularly meeting up with my lovely friend Lauren, who has become such a huge support of my process in accepting life with Ehlers Danlos. I hope to be able to eventually meet up with so many more blog friends who have been nothing but supportive in the near future.

I have a new found love for social media, it was something originally and still at times used to arise low and sad thoughts. I would constantly compare the parallel of my life to those who are healthy that I once went to school with. It made me anxious and depressed to the point where I stopped myself logging into private accounts. That was until I started my ChronicTeenageTears Twitter, Instagram and Facebook pages. I have been able to talk daily to people just like myself health wise and learn from their ways of living, acceptance, pain tips and just from their gratitude of life. They are often so positive, so supportive and as accepting as they can be with the cards they have been dealt in life. Like myself, they are just grateful to be talking to others in similar shoes and knowing they are not alone. At the current time of writing this have 1,265 Twitter followers, considering I have 55 on my private account, this is insane to think that many others are willing to follow my tweets.

A personal goal is that earlier this year, I started my second distance learning course in the field of media after feeling like I needed a new focus. I wanted to work towards a qualification but didn't want to jump straight into or commit to a degree just yet because of my health and pain levels. That is obviously, the ultimate goal but I am hoping to gradually get to that point within the next couple of years. I am now more determined and more certain in the subject field that I want to study and hope I can achieve all I have in mind. Although with most things in my life, I am far too hard on myself. I start at step one and want to be on step 10 by the end of the week. I like to see progress quickly, which is something I still find difficult in life with chronic illness.

In October of 2014, I was featured in an Australian magazine speaking about Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, blogging and adapting to life with a disability. The team at Defy Pain have also shared my story on life with disability on their website. I was also recently asked to join 'The Mighty' team, a website based upon all disabilities and a platform for sharing stories. The stories on their page are so diverse and unique yet equally as inspiring. I always feel so grateful to have the opportunity to share pieces of my work with very kind and understanding websites who take an genuine interest in bettering the lives of those with illness.

One thing I no longer stress myself out as often over is using my wheelchair. Before I started blogging, I didn't know of another soul like myself who was my age, had similar disabilities and who also used a wheelchair. I had put off using my own out of fear, judgement and how I would be perceived rather than being logical and thinking about how desperately I needed to use one. I didn't want to accept the reality of my situation and disability, I wanted to push through and foolishly, make myself worse. I was embarrassed and too stubborn for my own good. Recently, I wrote a post on using a wheelchair and had many people get in touch with their own experiences and tips. My pain has got to a point where at times, it is too painful to stand, walk and move. I was actually desperate for my chair on a recent trip out just from standing out the car, something I wouldn't usually express. I happily sat in it and didn't even feel phased by something that would have frightened me only at the beginning of this year. I didn't look for people staring, I just focused on getting myself through my pain whilst outside. I felt thankful to be sitting in a chair and to have safety that no one could barge into me. So many positive comments and feedback from others over that topic is something that I now always relate to when it comes to using my chair, this feeling can help to overrule the feelings of fear I was once overwhelmed with. I know that I am not alone, I know that it is for my benefit and I know that my chair doesn't define my personality or make me any less of a person because of my disabilities.

All in all, the longer I have my blog and the more I connect with and hear from others, the more determined I am to want to change the perception and face of chronic illness in young people. I hope that in the next year, I can find the courage to follow some of the plans I have in mind for this aspect of my life and I hope all of you can help me too. If you too have a flare for or enjoy writing think of the benefits you could also gain from blogging and connecting with others in similar situations. 

Lastly, I just want to say a huge thank you again to anyone who may take the time to visit my page, read a post, leave a comment or even get in touch. Your words, friendship and kindness always brighten my day and I really appreciate your honesty and effort in doing so. I hope that you all are doing as well as possible and continue to implement positive steps forward, despite your illnesses.... 

Rare Trips Out & Body Recovery...

     

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Those with chronic illness know that a house bound life is no dream. It's physically and mentally draining to feel so stuck in a house when your body is too weak to let you go out on your own terms. Some days I crave the change of scenery other than the view from my bedroom window, which I have become accustomed to since I became housebound many years ago. Sometimes I crave the ability to just feel the wind on my face at my own peril. You crave the desire to live a regular life, be able to work full or part time, socialise on a weekly basis, do normal things and see what this world has to offer you outside of your front door. The reality of living with chronic illness is quite the contrast of being ' so lucky' that you get to 'rest in bed' and can be greatly frustrating at the best of times. Your mind wants to be living an active lifestyle but your body doesn't work as a team with this aspect.

Every small detail of a rare trip out is a military operation. Usually, starting the day with lack of sleep because of the pain that you may have experienced during the night, the preparation of getting ready to leave the house takes many, many hours. The time of leaving is usually pushed as far back as possible, my days usually 'begin' towards the end of the day, past 4pm if any plans can work that way. For a chronically ill person, firstly there is the effort and ability of physical attributes in order to leave the house. Showering or bathing, dressing yourself, applying make up, styling your hair, finding time to eat, taking your medication as well as finding the time to rest because of unwanted, unpredictable symptoms or drastic pain turns. Quite simply, exhaustion doesn't come close to all of what it takes a person to get ready to leave the house. The term 'start as you mean to go on' comes to mind in the form that exhaustion will then not be any easier from this point forward in order to continue your day. Although exhaustion has already hit by step one, all of these things are naturally things people do before leaving the house. It is truly taken for granted by healthy beings yet we sadly only know this because of living with chronic illness, if it was not the case, we wouldn't truly appreciate the ease and ability to get ready without dreading the upcoming activity. I honestly can't remember the last time I looked forward to getting ready or got ready with ease, it was probably a decade ago. All of the above and more will leave someone with a chronic illness, spoonless. This term is used for those with chronic illness to back up the spoon theory.

The combination of being in pain whilst outside of your comfort zone is something that is dreaded and daunting. My anxiety levels soar when out of my comfort due to pain.  I am quite good at coating how I am truly feeling when outside and around people who are not drastically familiar with my pain and symptoms. I find it's better to keep myself calm and hope for the best in order to not elevate any symptoms more than necessary. Pacing your day, from the minute you wake up to the end of the day becomes something you desperately cling to in hopes of making the outing run as smoothly and efficiently as it can with a chronic illness. It is a key element, but also a lingering worry in what may happen if symptoms take an unexpected turn for the worse. 

The achievement of a trip out is highly fulfilling in the sense that once midnight hits, you know you got through a rare occasion of finding the ability to push through and leave your home for some enjoyment or a necessity. A trip was managed, however painful it may have been, or however long you may potentially suffer afterwards because of it. In hindsight, it is something to feel proud of when you look back. It's a very big deal to somebody who is chronically ill to get out, whether they feel the need to verbally express this or not, inside they will be thinking and adjusting to just how big a deal it truly is. Not only on the toll of their body but mentally too. Although, it shouldn't be this way, we really are grateful for the times we manage to get somewhere, no matter the amount of work or repercussions that may arise from the occasion. We know how limited these moments become in our everyday lives and appreciate them for what they are, good or bad.

Even the ability to attend hospital appointments is consuming. Consultants don't realise how much of an effort it takes to get to hospital after the aftermath of getting up, getting ready and the journey to the location. Such an early appointment can throw your whole day in turmoil but you know it's something you need to push through. Finding the correct balance of prioritising your energy for trips out physically feels like old cast iron weight scales where you can never quite get the balance right. You over do it every time, but its hard to know what to use energy on or save it for when there is so much leading up to getting you out the door in the first place. However, you need to sometimes push yourself for your mental state and then suffer with the intense pain but understand that it was worth it. It's not right to feel like a prisoner in your own home and leaving your house is a necessity if you can manage to. Sometimes, I feel like I have cabin fever from being in my room for weeks on end and wish pain would ease for me to escape for a few hours.

You have so much desire to leave the house and see the world, however illness leaves you lacking in physical abilities and energy to do so. It's crazy to me that people can run daily errands alongside jobs, families and social lives and I often wish I was a part of that world. I often feel like a prisoner, then I feel guilty. My disability might cause me to be housebound, but there are aspects of my misfortune that make up a fortune compared to some. I am so lucky to have a bedroom with a bed, necessities in my house, a garden if I want some fresh air. In some parts of the world, others have nothing and I am aware of that when my thought process becomes that of a downer. But on the opposite, I am also living in a part of the world where everyday living is what we are accustomed and used to. Working, socialising and living is something we are lucky to know as second nature in a wealthier part of the globe.

Those with chronic illness will know that pain arises often from doing nothing at all, so imagine how it can get even more severe when we actually do something. If something feels worth it to you, then do try to push yourself in order to gain and achieve something or make a worthwhile memory. There are so many times where I allow my pain to talk me out of doing something, because it doesn't feel possible. Sometimes, I am right in resting and trusting my instincts and sometimes I beat myself up over not pushing myself to go. Having lived with chronic illness for nearly a decade, I have become accustomed to knowing my limits, gaining a better understand of my limits and being more accepting towards them. It is a working progress, like most cases of adapting. It's not a case of this aspect becoming easier, it's a case of accepting my current position in illness, which at times is easier than dwelling.

Ultimately, the repercussions of a trip out are never going to be easy to get through. Your body has gone through much distress from travel, movement, arising symptoms and the physical draining elements of a day in the life of coping with chronic illness. It can be quite mentally challenging to accept that a rare occasion out can leave you in so much (physical) distress. It's not normal or common to be in a position to not be able to leave your house on a daily basis. However, as hard as sometimes it may be to accept this, we have no option other than to try and not dwell on this. It is a case of it is what it is, if we felt healthy or able enough, we would definitely be able to be out more. No one chooses to be housebound and the majority of us will try our hardest when we feel able or if our illnesses potentially become more controllable in the future.

Typically, if I have been somewhere, this is how the next few days seem to look. The evening of arriving home, I am usually in tears. I feel like my body has been flattened by a road surfacer, run over consecutively or been in a high impact crash. Sometimes it can be painful to sit in the same position for a prolonged time, whether that be a car or a wheelchair. It's not something that many would take into consideration. Sitting in a wheelchair can often leave you in pain. Although it's more difficult, dangerous and draining to walk when disabled, sitting is painful on your legs, knees, back and overall body comfort. Considering my syndrome involves random joint dislocations, this is a difficult aspect to abide with in itself. I also notice a drastic change in my mood, it changes for the worse. You'd think that something so rare would make you be on a high compared to the consistent mood you become accustomed to when housebound. I always find that rare trips out make me think more about life and why those occasions have become so rare. I get back into thinking what I can't manage rather than focusing on what I can. It's a minor set back in my mental state but it's something that has always affected me. The parallel feeling of a high that you've succeeded in what you set out to do and the contrast of low, in feeling like what you achieved is something so simple to healthy beings. It's like you have been given a slight snippet of what life could and should be and then have someone take it away from you. Like dangling bait to a tormented animal.

Severe insomnia tends to kick in after a trip out. I only usually manage 3 hours of sleep a night and have done so since I was 15 now. However, I find when I have participated in something different to my everyday housebound life, I am so alert from physical pain that I can sometimes be awake for 48 hours straight. It's insane how you can be so psychically and mentally exhausted, yet also so awake from adrenaline occurring from the impact pain is having on the body. It's not a case of being able to rest fully for one day and your batteries miraculously recharging like a healthy beings would. I usually find two days after a trip out I am much worse and seem to be in a bigger flare up than usual. It feels like my body never actually recovers because of my condition. My limbs become incredibly swollen, heavy and hot and most of my symptoms go into meltdown mode.

The pain I am experiencing at this point leaves me feeling frustrated, snappy and short tempered without meaning to be, which is a quality I'm not happy with.There are times where the only way I can comprehend my pain is to have a good cry with frustration. Other times I feel anger or numbness. Pain makes us worthy of all of these emotions. With the extra pain that comes from a trip out, my frustration in my body's abilities and limits is something I question and feel anger towards. I often feel like I want my Peter Pan esque shadow removed from me to elevate how I feel inside compared to my physical abilities being held back as a disabled person. I shouldn't be like this because I know I am trying my up most hardest with finding a balance between my happiness and my disability. I need to work on being patient with my limits as well as continue with acceptance.

There comes great fear when you have been out and a couple of days later someone else wants to make plans with you. It always seems like everyone becomes 'free' on a week that you are finding illness and socialising extra difficult. It's hard for able bodies to understand how much just one trip out may set you back or just how much you will pay for it days and possibly weeks later. What I now try to do if occasions like such arise, is work with the person and try to adapt the situation to suit my needs a bit more. However it's hard to also make them feel not too bored or underwhelmed with the disabled friendly plan but they are usually understanding so that you don't have to miss out. There are other times where you just cant be bothered, you feel so drained and consumed by pain that you just simply, hibernate. Sometimes, you just don't feel it's worth the amount of pain to push through and that is OK too. 

I often feel like my body is failing me when further trips out seem to become more difficult to cope with over time. The question of why I can't manage an active lifestyle everyday is something I hope to get over in time. The repercussions of a trip outdoors may put me off wanting to carry on trying at times, however I know it's necessary for my sanity, happiness and life to carry on making plans when I can and seeking some enjoyment from trips out. I am working towards just feeling happy and content in the fact that I managed something without any disheartened feelings towards why it's not a common aspect in my life right now. Unfortunately, those with illness will probably suffer from a slightly strenuous outing. You may feel predominantly worse from a trip outdoors, but if it's meaningful and worthwhile enough for you deal with the upcoming pain, then it becomes a high priority in your survival of living with chronic illness.

Capturing memories...reminder of achievement

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Since my early teens I have had a huge fear. I often hate having my photo taken, it sounds quite silly because I know nobody else will physically see anything other than just another blonde girl in a photograph. However, to me when I see photos of myself from the age of 13 to present day, I just see a girl with a consuming illness. I see all that the blonde girl had to put on hold, all of her health issues, the countless times spent isolated and all that she has been through in a short time.

 It's the same for anyone, we all have a story to tell that we would never be able to get across in a still image, but when it's yourself it's easier to spot and critique the negatives of what is getting you down in life. I often feel like photographs are a blatant, timeless reminder of the way my life has turned out and how during this time, how I lost that sense of normality which consisted of being a young carefree teenager before I even had the chance to be one. I lost the ability of transitioning into the next chapter of life because of my health issues. Instead, I became an unhappy shadow of my former self living a life in chronic pain, severe depression and anxiety, social isolation, limited friends and activities, plummeted self esteem and everything I didn't want to be as a young girl, so I simply started to avoid them for a very long time. I was living a life that I was ashamed to be apart of and wanted no reminder of my existence.

However, last year when I was asked by a magazine to share an article about my blog they also wanted me to send photographs of myself on holiday 'having fun', I instantly panicked. I had no photos because I had refused to be involved in them. The reason behind this was because I felt so depressed, consumed and sick of living with my pain. I didn't want to capture the moment because I didn't want to be reminded of how ill I was constantly feeling in myself, even though still to this day pain and illness make up my daily life just like at the time of avoiding photos for many years. It didn't sink in to me that I was allowing my depression from illness to stop me capturing memories that I rarely participated in.

Everything seemed to relate back to illness and I couldn't stand it. Within illness comes side effects, some physical, some not. I didn't want photograph evidence that showed off my my fragile Ehlers Danlos skin, or the blood pooling in my legs from Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. I didn't want to give myself a reason to focus on things like the swelling under my top of my internal organs, my swollen eyes or swollen legs. I didn't want to see 17 year old Nancy sitting on holiday in her wheelchair with splints on, I know looking back, a lot of this was to do with confidence issues, self esteem, depression and acceptance of my chronic illness.

My mum used to say to me in years to come, it would seem like I never existed for my teenage years because I just didn't want the reminder of the sadness that made up this important time in someone's life. Sometimes it's hard to accept the fact I've missed out on many years of my life. I felt like if things got better, I could just forget that period of tribulation happened however then I found out my illness was incurable. I still couldn't quite accept this fact and held onto hope that it was a mistake. I knew full well how my body felt, that I was disabled, however I just couldn't accept the fact that incurable was a part of the equation.

Since that day in 2014, I now make a conscious effort to take a photograph if I am making a memory, despite the pain, my low mood or how I may feel that day. Despite fighting the urge, I do this to remind myself that my existence is important for my sanity, my family and because I am here for a reason. I'm slowly becoming more accepting of the fact that my pain will never be cured and that I just need to live life when I can, as I can and really search for aspects of life that will bring me happiness. Although I still see a girl who has an illness, I now try to force myself to take part in the photograph even if I don't want too. I also don't want to be left with zero photo's to look back on in decades to come, because realistically I will probably always be the girl who has a chronic illness. 

Being virtually housebound, going out is often a rare occasion, although doing so also gives me a good reminder that even on days where pain is still highly consistent, you can sometimes try your best to not let illness steal another day from you. I also started a memory scrapbook/box for the year 2015, with a quote to remind me of what I have participated in to read at the end of the year to remind myself of any achievements, big or small. I even write the things I would like to achieve in months or years to come, fold them into tiny bits of paper and will open them a few years down the line.

I recently had a lot of photos taken on holiday, sometimes I slipped back into my old habits and avoided participating because of how I felt in my self and other times I took on the challenge with my new perspective. Initially I looked for the physical attributes that were incredibly obvious to myself. The unwanted swelling of my body, physical splints or bandages or whether I looked as horrific as I felt that day. However, I was quickly reminded all that it took for me to get out, participate in the day and push through despite all of my pain or my thoughts on wanting to give up and stay in bed. It's incredibly difficult to give yourself credit, however so much is involved on a daily basis with chronic illness, it takes a lot of self reflection to realise just how well you are doing.

Instead of now looking at a photograph and making a mental list of the the aspects that make up my disabilities, I try to recall the memory I created that day, what I laughed at that day, if I like my hairstyle or the make up I made an effort to wear, but most of all I tell myself how good it is that I pushed through the pain to do something.

Photographs tell a story, hopefully many years from now you can look back, remembering how you overcame whatever is going on in your life right now and be proud of what you've achieved. Maybe the photo will represent both your pain but also your power in which you pushed through your barriers to enjoy a special occasion. Possibly in the future, you will be having more better days, maybe you will feel proud of how far you've come, maybe your life will be worlds apart from what it is now, maybe your hopes and dreams will have come true.

For those who are chronically ill, it's a certainty that we are unable to participate fully in life to make happy memories frequently. This is just a reminder for you all to remember to capture your "more able" days in a photo (I don't like the term 'good days' as I feel it personally dismisses chronic daily pain). This is for proof to yourself that despite chronic pain and illness, these kind of moments can give you something to feel proud about. Despite all that it took for you to make a memory, in return it can give you a glimmer of hope in reminding you to keep trying and that some form of happiness can even exist during incredibly painful days.

Use your time out doors as a positive step, although it is a strenuous and draining participation and others may be unaware of just how difficult it is, seek the positivity. Take a photograph, play your favourite new song to correspond with the memory (I love doing this), use your energy to go to your favourite place and most importantly give yourself credit every step of the way for what you have achieved.

For those of you in chronic pain and doing a similar thing to myself in avoiding photo's so you don't have to physically remember your illness so blatantly or feeling that you want to block out this low period in your life, it's hard to remember that all that you are going through right now or all that you have been through will be the making of who you are. Positive or negative, it is having an important impact. It's not all that you are, although sometimes it may feel that way, but it is moulding and shaping you into the person you are becoming. Even though the sad or negative emotions may be present when seeing a physical photograph, you did it and as those of us with chronic illness know, that is the greatest form of momentous success for people like us. 

Comparing progress to others & forceful opinions in chronic illness...

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One of the most beautiful things about life is that no two individuals on this earth are the same. This couldn't be more true when it comes to illness. My Ehlers Danlos Syndrome specialist recently said to me that she could have six people with my condition sitting in the waiting room and they would all be different within their diagnosis. Bare in mind that although we may be diagnosed with the same illness, we can be similar in our struggles, but we are not all the same case and do not have to fit into a certain box or a 'textbook fits all' scenario of what is expected in how we live and deal with our illness.

No two bodies who suffer with the same illness are identical. No one experiences the exact same pain. We all have different personalities, emotions, qualities, beliefs, abilities, thoughts, opinions, thresholds, the list is endless and extremely relevant to our individual stories in how we live and cope with our chronic illnesses. We would never be able to guess how somebody else manages to cope, juggle a certain lifestyle or live day to day with their illness because we are simply not living with their pain. Therefore, we shouldn't be scrutinised by ourselves as well as others for our abilities as individuals in our respected illnesses. There has been many times in the past where I have even compared myself to others in chronic pain. I ended up hugely doubting my achievements compared to those of others, however this was not a rational way of thinking on my part because we are all built differently.

In life we are all guilty of comparing ourselves to others. Whether that be someone in our class when we are children, our siblings or family members, our idols or those of similar age. We handle all aspects of life in different ways. We can learn and grow from our own experiences as well as the experiences of others, but at the end of the day, you are your own person and will only ever experience life through your pain and eyes. I have read many times of the dilemma in which people have felt the need to play their illness up to make it look worse in order to be taken seriously. This may be so they seem on par with someone else or so that they make others understand just how much they suffer. This never even crossed my mind to be possible or for someone to feel this helpless, but in the last year I have heard it many times. It's such a shame that those suffering with valid pain feel the need to go to these great lengths through fear of comparison but also, lack of compassion.

On the other hand, sometimes we can feel like we don't have quite the same abilities or quality of life as someone else with the same condition and feel extremely disheartened by the process. However, instead of making ourselves feel worse in the form of our focusing on our disadvantages such as, being annoyed over what we can or can not manage, that we feel we are not as ill or more ill than so and so, that we have more bad days than good, we should instead try focusing on what abilities we are not giving ourselves credit for. The smaller things that might not mean much to someone else, might mean the world to you. What we manage in life with illness is not only a great effort but an achievement in itself. I sometimes mentally don't feel satisfied on impact by what I have managed, but on reflection, I know and have to remind myself that it's actually a huge achievement for my body to cope. Only an individual can realise these personal hurdles.

I will say, the chronic illness or 'spoonie community' as it is commonly known is a mostly positive and highly supportive place. People are caring, kind, there for each other and friendships are built on the base of relating to living with chronic pain. However, in the past I have experienced opinions (which we are all rightly entitled to in life) delivered in a condescending, belittling or rude manner that almost seems like a slight dig towards others. Mostly, pushing of a lifestyle or way an individual deals with their chronic pain onto another. I'm sure it is meant kindly, online we take from things what we wish from a simple text, but people who are in a sensitive position such as chronic illness or disability can often take it the wrong way. 

Nobody knows how much an individual is struggling physically or mentally, it pains me to see people forcefully dictating to others what they should or shouldn't be doing when it's not their life. Just because one thing, treatment, medication, attitude works for one person doesn't mean it will for you. So you shouldn't be made to feel negative or any less entitled to feeling ill or your pain just because it doesn't work for or is a part of your journey at this moment in time. It is up to the individual in pain to decide what they can and cant manage. As much as they will be grateful that you care enough to suggest, its all about the delivery in how you express your thoughts. It's not just a simple case of why don't you try this or that, its maybe because the individual in pain doesn't feel physically or mentally able to at this moment in time. They are not being negative, they are just trying to cope with how they see fit.

For instance, a brisk walk might feel like it works wonders to one person, however for someone else it might feel like they are causing more pain or damage to a broken body. Some may think stretching helps them have more stability, some may not. Other examples I see being dictated as 'key elements' in progressing your health range from hydrotherapy to dietary changes. While these resources are available, I think its up to the individual who actually lives in pain to decide what they can and can not do, what they want to and don't want to try. I know that those suggesting probably want to improve the quality of life for the person who is ill, however being too forceful in what they deem 'correct' makes those suffering with illness not willing to be as open minded to these options. 

Something those with chronic illness struggle with is receiving comments from those who do not live with chronic illness but assume that something will 'cure them'. When I hear people saying that their parents, friends or colleagues think they don't try hard enough or push themselves enough I often wonder if those making the comments take into consideration all aspects of their illness, or if they are implying a standard one remedy must fix all type of opinion. The added extras being things such as, extreme chronic fatigue, physical chronic pain, dizziness, being able to stand up without fainting and much more. There are many different various symptoms in an illness, with some affecting an individual and some not. We are all individual and will all react differently to our hurdles. 

In the past I have even received similar comments myself that stem from good intentions but are just delivered completely wrong. "You need to try harder, you need to help yourself a bit more, if I was ill I would try anything to get better". These comments might be intended to give a little push in order to change or improve your quality of life, however in incurable illnesses and disabilities, sometimes this can feel more frustrating to hear because we know the inevitable outcome. Implying that we are not helping ourselves when you don't live with the condition is wrong. It's nice that some care enough to be emotionally invested in our pain, however it's easier to push as someone from the outside looking in than it is to be the person living in the pain.

It is still positive to offer support and suggestions if you are in the same boat. Sometimes, its what people really need to hear. If you find hope in an outlet, do share what worked for you but be conscious in the delivery you give without sounding too forceful. By pushing an option onto someone based on the fact that it gave you positive results, it can often make an individual feel like they are failing if they don't gain the same benefit. There's many trial and error attributes with chronic illness and only the individual can find the solution in what will help aspects of their symptoms. For instance my own trial and error has come in the form of, my diet being constantly changed since 13 in hopes of lessening some of my stomach symptoms, finding great difficulty and lack of progress in my physio sessions in the past, swimming pools having a very bad affect on my autonomic dysregulations. However I do understand that the options above that haven't worked for me, may well have a rather positive effect on many others. In illness you feel a loss of control, of your body, your situation and your life. When people with illness imply they don't want to try at the moment, its not that they are completely shutting the door on that option. It's trying to express that they will look into trying these options but on their own terms in time.

In some situations, some of those with chronic illness do not have a support system at home or around them. Illness is terribly isolating and these individuals need to feel empowered and like they have someone on their team. I feel so grateful when someone feels courageous and willing enough to share their pain, troubles or ask me for advice within their journey with chronic illness. There is no feeling like being trusted and supported whole hearted by a person. Everyone's battle with illness is different, everyone has different strengths and weaknesses, everyone is unique in their struggle. Different people will have different thresholds and we should only try to lift each other up. Praise being a huge focus, not only to each other but ourselves for our achievements, big or small and continue to inspire without belittling or boasting. 

There really is no right way of dealing with chronic health problems, there is no manual you are handed to tell you what you should or shouldn't be doing. Illness is unpredictable, it will never be a textbook fits all type of scenario, what works for one won't necessarily work for another and that's OK. As good and as positive as it is to continue sharing the available outlets of pain relief to exercises, coping mechanisms to positive thinking, YOU are the boss of your own journey. Build your own blocks, set attainable goals and continue to be open minded to finding ways in which you will hopefully progress and help your symptoms. 

 

Using A Wheelchair - age, confidence & more....

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It's hard for myself to believe, that from the age of 17 I have been wheelchair dependant. It's an aid that is meant to make life easier for those of us who are told by doctors for the sake of our disability to be using one, but with this comes so many emotions and worries. Again with the majority of aspects in chronic illness, there's a lot of reflective thoughts such as:

"Why me? Why can't I have the same physical tolerance levels as others? Why can't I be like the rest of my friends? Why do I need this wheelchair so badly?"

These questions don't have direct answers, more so answers we wish to hear to ease our pain in the reality of the situation, yet they won't physically change the attributes or the true reality of our everyday lives living and adapting with disability. If anything, they hinder our growth in acceptance of the process.

Although some may assume incorrectly that the issue must be with your legs when you are dependent on a wheelchair, consciously you need to remember that this is the misconception of wheelchair users. Yes, some people are in wheelchairs because they are severely disabled in many different forms. However, others using wheelchairs don't have to be in one because they are paralysed. They can be in wheelchairs because they can't walk distances, long or short, because they faint, because they are too weak for their body to carry them, because they dislocate, because their bones or muscles are fragile, because they have chronic fatigue forcing them into a zombie type state where it's more than difficult to function. There are seriously so many reasons for a person to be in a wheelchair other than what is drilled into us from a young age to deem correct.

When you become chronically ill and a wheelchair comes into the equation it is very hard to get your head around. How you can go from being able to walk your dog a short distance to becoming bedridden and unable to leave the house without this very obvious and physical object all of a sudden. Especially when growing up you only assume that elderly people should be using wheelchairs. It's something I was hugely embarrassed over and couldn't comprehend for many years. I didn't know of a single person who used a wheelchair, let alone a young person. It's something that not a lot of people surrounding you will go through at a young age so it is an abnormal situation to find yourself in.

Wheelchairs don't always phase people in illness, possibly because some can accept the fact they need one pretty fast and won't let it stop them from doing or achieving what they want, which is fantastic. However, for me I always disliked the thought of giving someone a reason to stare. I hate the attention you receive when in one, I hate to be pitied and looked at, I hate the stares you can receive or puzzled faces as you are wheeled past others. I imagine what others may be thinking, young people especially being my concern. It's horrible to feel so obviously different to others your age. Do they see me as weaker than them? It's a situation I don't really know how to accept or adjust too. Only you will understand how drastically your disability affects your daily life, yet a wheelchair makes it more than obvious to strangers, let alone close family or friends who may know of your health issues.

 I often have an overwhelming fear of being seen out in my wheelchair. On one hand, I know how desperately I need it. I want people who I am close too to clearly understand I am not quite able to keep up with their level of abilities but on the other hand it brings me such a feeling of vulnerability. What is strange is that for the majority of the time, I have no problems mentioning I am in a wheelchair to whomever it may be. It's not something I feel ashamed to say, but it's something I feel self conscious of being in and using. Especially local use of a wheelchair. I think this is something to do with seeing people I 'know of', it gives me a great deal of anxiety so I like to protect myself and my vulnerability. My mum often says that it shouldn't make a difference if I was to see someone I know, because if they was a friend they'd know that I was already using a wheelchair and therefore I shouldn't worry if they had an opinion on the situation because they are not a part of my life. Like most, I have always been told that the older you get the less you worry about what others think of you. I'm not quite there in the slightest but you do grow as a person slowly but surely and only time will tell.

In the past I was making outings worse for myself because I was struggling a great deal to keep up with healthy beings, yet I was just so anxious over seeing someone I knew whilst being in my chair, so I would wrongly convince myself I could actually walk and stand for prolonged lengths of time and instead suffer the major consequences. With my illnesses (Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome) standing, being upright/on your feet and walking on weak joints, muscles and tissue is not helpful to the body with the symptoms that arise. It causes more damage in the long run to be walking around on our limbs that just are not strong enough to cope with this kind of strenuous physical activity that so many take for granted. We all need to remind ourselves in moments of doubt that our wheelchairs or our scooters are an essential aid for us to get around because our bodies are too weak. I personally saw my wheelchair as something to make me ashamed rather than embracing and accepting the fact that it could help me.

A wheelchair is actually for your own safety. People are less likely to knock into you or cause damage to your already fragile body. In my illness; I dislocate without any warning. I also pass out when blood pools in my legs, therefore not making its way to my heart and pumping overtime in order to reach there. Wheelchairs can lengthen the time you manage to be out, they do not in the slightest ease the pain you may already be in but they can help to preserve your energy. There have been times in the past where I have been out and after 5 minutes I am exhausted or feel faint and have had to resort to sitting on the floor because of lack of chairs around. It sometimes takes a scary experience to realise that it's more than beneficial to be in something that is causing you great fear.

 Obviously the reason most of us are housebound is due to high levels of pain so sometimes we are unable to leave the house full stop. However of course l would like the confidence to be able to get out more in my chair. On days where I feel up to pushing myself, I would like to not be embarrassed to use my wheelchair. Although, I will say that the worse my pain and disability becomes the more accepting I become of my wheelchair because I know it really is truly necessary. I know that I can not physically stand a walk a distance greater than a couple of metres without an aid.

I've since stated taking baby steps. The more I go in it, the more my confidence grows and I become more at ease with the process and I really hope this evolves positively over time. Although the amount I physically am able to leave the house is minimal, when I do the wheelchair is now always the option. I now have taken my wheelchair to 5 concerts over the last year. Considering I would not even have the confidence to use it in England because I was embarrassed, I seem to somehow dig deep, find some confidence I didn't think was there and sit in it with thanks to those around me telling me to not be frightened to use it. I do notice it preserves some energy, it doesn't stop the pain, in fact it can sometimes be quite uncomfortable but I do understand that it is necessary. I also take it to hospital appointments as the building is usually huge and far too long a walk. Other than that friends visit me at home so what I do manage is catered to my disability.

There shouldn't be a stigma to young people in wheelchairs or at least so many of us feel like there is. Being young and using a wheelchair, although something that may not seem as largely common is also a necessity in your quality of life when you have a chronic illness. Confidence will always come into play for those of us who lack in this area, but try to keep perspective. A wheelchair is a tool to get you out more and help improve your quality of life. Don't make the mistake I made by being frightened for so long and putting off using your wheelchair through worrying of others opinions. Will you see those people again, probably not. It's a huge achievement to use your wheelchair when you feel like you don't have the confidence and how anxious it may make you feel. There is nothing to make the situation any easier to accept other than the fact that you NEED the wheelchair, for your own safety, it's a necessity despite how stubborn or against it you may feel.

So here comes a challenge!

 I challenge those of you who have a wheelchair but are too frightened to use it in public, to use it when you next manage a trip out. Rather than think of the negative thoughts the wheelchair may arise, instead focus on the positives e.g energy/fatigue levels. For those who use a chair frequently but tend to look at the floor (I'm talking to myself here too), see how many times you look up when going past groups of people young or old in your chair.

A quick trip away with Chronic Illness...My 21st Birthday!

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As those of us with chronic illness will fully understand, no matter where you go, your illness will follow you. Whether that be your physical pain, depression or anxiety. It never slides, its a heavy weight to carry but it also can't stop you from achieving the things you really want to in life. Accepting that where you go these things follow you, is often very daunting and scary as there is no off switch. When you have a chronic illness, it feels like it robs you of typically normal and consistent things in your life. As well as celebrations. Time stops for no one yet those with chronic illness end up missing out on a hell of a lot.

With March 1st fast approaching after a rough January, I seemed to be in a huge rut regarding my forthcoming birthday, my 21st birthday to be precise. Ever since the age of 13, I had spent every birthday ill in bed, crying in pain and just wanting the day to be over. It never felt like a birthday, despite my family's best efforts. It just felt like another day in huge amounts of pain, where I still felt miserable and ridiculously unwell and disabled. My birthday just seemed to become an anniversary of intense pain in my life with lack of progression or celebration rather than a day that is solely dedicated to the day you were born, the days you have lived on this earth and who you have become as a person throughout this time as you turn a year older.

With loss of friendships, being able to do things with a group of friends was off the cards. As I always say, keeping friends when you have a chronic illness is hard as you are unable to spend huge amounts of time with them. When it comes to doing things together, being able to do something suitable to your own needs but suitable & exciting to people of similar age who are not disabled is even tougher. You tend to be more limited with the activities you can physically join in with and it can sometimes minimise your friendships.

This was when I just knew I couldn't let a birthday such as my 21st be the same as all the years before. I didn't want a fuss, I just wanted a distraction that would help to 'forget' my pain for a minute or two. Social Media is a place full of what others a doing for this occasion and with no input from a fellow disabled person as an example, I felt at a loss. I was racking my brains, as well as my friend Lauren's trying to think of things I felt I could manage. My goal was to replace the near decade of miserable, painful birthdays with an amazing memorable trip that would counteract the birthday I had craved for so long. My fear was that this wouldn't be the case because of my illnesses and disability. Alas, after excessive researching and a lot of self convincing, the idea of disabled friendly (highly important) Disneyland Paris was born.

I knew before I left just how difficult it would be, however knowing that I had always dreamed of a memorable birthday like the one I was planning to have seemed to calm me inside. Hoping and being optimistic that even if I couldn't manage much, that it would still be extremely worthwhile and enjoyable because I wouldn't be stuck in the place I am 24/7, home. I'm sure thinking this way actually made the trip seem more achievable too, despite my families worries. Any other person of this age doesn't have to think twice about a spontaneous getaway. Unlike those who are chronically ill, they need carers, someone to help them during travel, someone to push their wheelchairs but most importantly someone who doesn't mind this responsibility for more than a few hours. It's a tough responsibility to ask of someone. Occasions like this often seem less like a short getaway and become more of a working carers trip.

It's a lot to ask of a person and I often shy away from this through embarrassment and not wanting to bundle my problems on someone else. So rather than asking a friend to come with me, I asked mum to join me. Not only is my Mum my best friend, she also helps me without even being asked. I love that we know have fond memories of our trip together that only we share. I know my two best friends (who are not ill) would do anything to help, however I still would feel wrong asking of them to do this. Although, I have researched into how to make any future trips slightly easier and am open to options such as electric scooters to take some of the 'carer responsibility' away if I return. When it comes to trips with friends, my fear lies in the unpredictability of planning something with them yet being too ill to participate and the repercussions of them also missing out that I often over think and feel terribly guilty about. Plans may often need to be adapted at the last minute and pain levels may interfere. In the past, I would have tried to coat my disability and appear to normal, agreed to do what was easiest for everyone and majorly suffer physically with the consequences.

Now, I cant even hide how disabled I feel and have become and realise how foolish it is to put my body under such unnecessary strain. Even standing for a few seconds can make my body feel like I've run a marathon. My ability to walk for longer than a minute without pain has increased drastically too meaning that now my wheelchair must come everywhere. In my mind, I wish to be fully independent and don't like having to ask for help. However my body, screams for help. I feel so physically disabled as of late, that I would be lost and frightened without the help of others that have a good understanding of my illness and it's unpredictability. I just passionately dislike asking for it or the fact that I need it.

It's through having memories in life that make illness a little easier to deal with. There is so much socially those with illness miss out on over the years. Those who become ill in adult life usually have a positive outlook on a life that has been filled with wonderful memories and achieved goals. Those who become ill as a child or during their teenage years like myself, unfortunately can't be apart of making many memories and therefore don't have an escape to recall upon in desperate times. Memories and dreams often take a longer time to attain and achieve, which is why if you really want to do something despite all of your pain, just go for it. I've known for years I wanted to be out of the house for my big birthday and I'm so glad that I pushed myself to do so and booked a last minute trip.

Yes the trip was challenging, exhausting and seemed daunting and unachievable beforehand. But was it worth it despite all of the obstacles that occur in daily life with illness ? 

ABSOLUTELY 

It was also incredibly exciting, relaxed (who would've thought) and fulfilling. I really felt like for the first time in years, I had achieved something. From start to finish, such as booking/organising every aspect of the entire trip to actually physically managing to participate over the course of a few days. I could burst with how much I enjoyed my time in Disneyland Paris as well as what I managed to achieve despite all of the pain I was experiencing.

 

Disneyland has given me an amazing, happy and joyful birthday memory as well as being the best 21st celebration I could've envisioned for myself when I was younger, illness existing or not.
I will look back on the last few days with extremely fond memories as well as realising that if I think positively, I will be able to achieve the things I truly set my mind too.



* I will be uploading an in depth review on my own experience of being disabled in Disneyland Paris. It's a destination that a lot of people have concern or worries over when disabled and this topic was something I found useful to research myself.

Getting through the Christmas season whilst chronically ill....

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As someone who has often found it very difficult to get through the Christmas season because of experiencing chronic pain on a daily basis, I felt like I was finally in the position to be able to write a post on what may be going on in someone's life around this time of year if they are chronically ill. After all, I have spent more than enough years feeling isolated and abnormal from my own illness at this time of year before I started blogging.

For the past 7 years, I have always been extremely apprehensive for the festive period to arrive but more so, for Christmas day to arrive. I think its fair to say that this might be something that others find difficult to fully enjoy too if they are in similar situations where illness overtakes the spirit of Christmas or festivities. Whether you are chronically ill yourself and can relate to this post or you are a parent to a child who is chronically ill, this may hopefully give you an insight into the down moments that can come at such a joyful time of the year for so many.

One Christmas that really stands out to me where I felt like this illness had really reached new heights of getting the better of me was on Boxing Day in 2010. I was sitting at the table waiting for the family to arrive for day two of Christmas and I just remember feeling like I was drowning in how isolated I felt. I wanted to sob my heart out over how overwhelmed my illness was making me feel so I grabbed my phone, joined an EDS forum, wrote a thread and had a reply within minutes from such a lovely positive girl of similar age. It's safe to say that message gave me hope to get through those next few days when all I wanted to do was bury my head in my pillow and cry. I had finally spoken to someone with the same illness and it just gave me the confirmation I'd been searching for that it wasn't just me feeling so out of touch from life.

Once October ends, Christmas (as well as the thanksgiving holiday for those that celebrated last month) seems to swiftly approach us and it's not always easy to just forget pain and enjoy the moment. Pain seems to overall anything and everything at the best of times. It's an evil dictator the majority of the day. Schedules tend to become busier around this time of year, fatigue and pain seem to surge. It's often hard to adjust from being in bed to having family or friends constantly visiting, possibly some shopping trips out and getting yourself organised for Christmas. It can feel overwhelming and draining for people with chronic pain. Emotions may run high for some of us and moods can be low from what pain they may be experiencing.

Some people, including myself find it hard to want to celebrate whilst in pain, every year it passes and sometimes I know for me personally, I've taken the day for granted. Only looking back do I realise nothing in that moment would have changed my pain, but my attitude could have been adapted. I wont be hard on myself for feeling like this in the past because it was and still is a learning experience. My mum would always say 'treat it like any other day' but I didn't want that, Christmas is supposed to be a really special day of the year and I wanted it to feel good and be enjoyable. Instead I felt isolated and abnormal with all the pain I was experiencing. Pain whilst eating, drinking, sitting and standing, fatigue from doing absolutely nothing. This is something I deal with daily but it just felt even more bitter-sweet and unwanted at Christmas.

I have experienced the majority of the festive seasons in my life as someone who is ill. We have lots of family Christmas videos of the 90s and early 00s and in every year without fail, even as a child I had either been up all night being sick with stomach pains, having pots tremors (which obviously made no sense back then) or had a chest infection, cold, flu symptoms. My poor Mum used to say Christmas Eve was like a hospital ward for myself and my brother. If it wasn't me with something wrong it was him, or both of us if Mum was unlucky.

I definitely count my blessings daily, it always helps me to keep a perspective on things in my life, but especially at this time of the year. Things such as family, their health and happiness, having a roof over my head, food on the table and being more fortunate than some people and family's in this world. However for a long time, even as a child despite my family's huge efforts, pain has always ruined my experience of Christmas Day. However over the last year or so I have tried to adapt my thinking pattern and instead remind myself that when this time of year eventually arrived I would instead try to figure out the aspects I love of Christmas in advance. These are things such as; the decorations, the family being together, Christmas music. I'm glad I can now give credit to the parts of the holiday that I can take some enjoyment from and emphasis on making the most of these things rather than focusing on how difficult and unpredictable pain may make the day.

Holidays and poignant points of the year can bring out many emotions in someone who has a chronic illness. Not only does the New Year loom, where you know that when people wish you a happy and healthy New Year it contains small print that this probably doesn't apply to you, it's also another year over experiencing pain whilst being quite sure to enter the next with just the same thing you wish you could leave behind. That might seem very negative, but personally I have found over time its easier for myself to try to digest and accept my illness in this manner over believing there might be a change and getting more upset in the long run. Chronic means long term or incurable after all.

The majority of us may not be able to actually join in with aspects of Christmas or New Year parties, festivities, physical shopping experiences. This can often make you feel worlds apart from your friendship groups or normality for someone of your age when the general talk of the month or season is of these topics. Instead of dwelling over something you can't change this year maybe its easier to take the approach of being happy for those that do get to experience these points rather than jealous. I used to often rack my brain with thoughts over why I couldn't do what others were, don't get me wrong at times it can still be a really sensitive topic to adjust to. However, right now I just have to accept that its not going to happen at this point in my life. If I can't change it at this moment in time, I shouldn't let it worry me, get the better of me or drag me down. That perfect saying about holding a grudge comes into my mind, 'Holding a grudge is like allowing someone to live in your head space rent free'. For the circumstances that can come with chronic illness, if you can't physically change them on a certain day or point in your life, let it go for now.

This year rather than focusing on how much pain may be interfering in my day, I am going to try and think of the positive aspects I can take from the day instead. 7 years on living with daily controlling pain, I have come to accept that this year pain will be no different and it's better to embrace and acknowledge its presence rather than fight it. Instead of doing what I did in the past which was focusing on how much the pain was ruining my day I will take the approach of encouraging and focusing on the parts of the day that make me happy. This is not something I have tried in the past so this is definitely a new approach and ball game for myself.

Everyone knows their limits and how they deal with a situation fittingly. Some people like to be hopeful, some positive, some negative. We all deal with the cards we a dealt in life differently and hopefully find our feet in coping in the suitable manner with our own approach. It's taken me a really long time to find my own technique of dealing with illness at major points of the year. These elements and strategies can change daily, like I always say chronic illness is a daily battle and everyday we adapt, learn, change, grow and most importantly, we have no choice but to find a way in which we cope.

So below I will list the three things I hope will bring me joy this Christmas, feel free to make a mental note of your own or leave a comment stating anything you love about Christmas or what you are looking forward to despite pain this year. (I know a lot of us will be thinking and wanting a new body, heat wraps, V pillows, pyjamas!)

1. I will get to spend time with family as well as seeing my two year old god daughter open her gifts and being more aware that it's Christmas Day. Without trying, she always brings a smile to my face no matter how bad I may be feeling!

2. I will remind myself how fortunate I am to be at home with loved ones. There will be many unfortunate people in this world that will be spending their day in hospitals rather than at home with loved ones because of their own illnesses.

3. I will try to live in the present of the day. Not worrying about 2,4 or 6 hours later. I will take my pain as and when it comes and try to deal with it without over thinking or worrying that it may ruin the aspect or magic of Christmas. Pacing and coping will be key elements I try to take on board.

So for me I am going to watch as many of my favourite Christmas films as possible, listen to my favourite Christmas albums, try to organise and pace myself but most importantly be aware of the fact that pain and illness will be a part of Christmas Day whether I like it or not and to not dwell on this.

I wish you all a wonderful Christmas, A Happy New Year and I am hopeful and wishing that you all have more 'Good days' in 2015.

Thank you for all of your support during the year 2014, it means the world to me! x