Hope is something we are told to never give up on...

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The word hope, does not always appear with ease to the surface of the mind in someone who suffers with a chronic illness. The adversity we may face in life has the ability to make us feel more than overwhelmed, negative and at a loss. What hope? Becomes something we question every time we hit that new low, the low we didn't think was actually possible in comparison to the previous occasion. When we are in a bad place with our health, which categorically seems to be on a daily or weekly extent, the last resort we tend to look towards, is hope.

If anything, life can feel particularly hopeless. Yet deep down, we acknowledge that it is possibly the most beneficial place we need to reach in order to get us through constant, difficult circumstances day in, day out. Throughout being chronically ill since a young teen, I have often have felt like hope is tinged with a pinch of fear, sadness and concern. I know what I hope for in life, however sometimes chronic illness can make it seem like those things will be impossible. That living this way, with a chronic disabling illness will never equivalent to the life I had envisioned for myself. A life that many around me will possibly go on to have because ill health is not standing in their way. Will I ever truly mend my broken self if my pain will never be 'fixed'? Will I ever get the life of my dreams? Will I ever feel close to normal? Will I be able to build the simplest form of a social life that has been non existent for so many years? Will I find love? These emotions are something I try to consistently overcome every single day, as I'm sure many others will chronic illness also face. Reflective thoughts on life with chronic illness are strong, powerful and sometimes, it's easier to take the negative route to save yourself the heartache or possibility of 'what if'.

More often than not, I need a good reminder of where to find hope in parts of my life with chronic illness. I can feel lifeless, distant and petrified of my reality that I feel like I have failed to make the most of my current situation. All I see is the goal of where I wish to be in life. Pain is so consuming to the point where you feel like you merely exist. I decided I would compile a list of hope for when I need to look in places that might be dismissed in everyday life. 

So, how can we find hope within chronic illness of any form whether that be because of chronic pain, disability, depression or anxiety? Hope is something we are told to never give up on yet can be one the hardest paths to stumble upon without stepping off the track.

1. Hope is remembering the aspects of life that make you feel human. The ignited feelings of joy, love, warmth, excitement and gratitude. The moments in life that remind you what it's like to feel something other than the consuming feeling of your illness. There is nothing better than feeling yourself genuinely smile, when you feel like you've long forgotten how to do so. Along with dosage of fear, hope lies in the thought of reaching and attaining your life goals, ambitions and dreams. 

2. Hope is found in the strength at the end of a day from hell. A day where you felt like giving up multiple times, but didn't. A day where you couldn't think straight, but kept it together. A day where you felt like you were crumbling in despair because of your incurable illness. Hope is acknowledging that today, wasn't as bad as yesterday. 

3. Hope comes in the form of finding passion in your life. A difficult one in chronic illness which usually leaves an individual in turmoil over what they can achieve with relative ease. I have started to scale back to simplicity to build upon finding passion. Whether that be working towards a goal, your family, your love life, your hobbies. There are so many things that can bring us little aspects of hope that we don't give enough credit to. It's the simple things that can make us feel a genuine happiness inside and although during the darker days, these occasions may seem slim to none, you can eventually be proved that these moments can exist as long as you give them credit. It's those aspects you need to cling on to, to get you through. If it happens once, it always has the possibility of happening again. 

4. Hope comes in people who are willing to listen to you, be there, offer a helping hand and to let you know that you are not alone in your battle. Hope comes in the form of feeling support from communication. There is hope lying in the ability to relate to others in similar situations, in realising you are truly not the only person who feels this way. Hope can be found in physical presence, such as being hugged or putting your hand over your beating heart. 

5. When any illness or disability tells you that you become a medical term that has been forced upon you, you need to remember that this is incorrect. You are not purely your diagnosis. You are an individual character with a purpose, with so many attributes that others can see about you other than the thoughts that consume your mind and daily existence. You are a daughter, son, mother, father, sister, brother, friend. There are so many aspects of your character that are still within you, still attainable, still hopeful and incredibly personal to you. Never doubt your existence, never doubt your importance and never doubt your abilities to overcome any challenge that life throws at you because illness will always try to do that to you.

6. It seems very cliché, however every new morning gives us the possibility of a new start and potential change in our everyday lives. One day this may consist of taking back some control, re-finding our feet and slowly starting to loosen the chains that health grips us with every single day. A battle with many forms of different illnesses is never going to be an easy one, it is something you will always have to push yourself to daily limits to work with and 'control'. Life always seems to fall on the back burner and this makes us feel less entitled than the average person. It will either break us or make us. When those two options feel like the only thing you have left, I think I'd rather pick the latter. You will find the solutions, tools and abilities to get to where you need to be in your life one day and one step at a time. It may not be a fast process, it certainly will not be easy, yet it is all we can hope for in these situations.

7. Life is about progress and growing with our experiences. Your chronic, possibly incurable illnesses may feel like they are doing their absolute best to break you into shattered pieces, a shadow of your former self even. However, it is also building you up in strength, perseverance and clarity. Conquering your fears, concerns and struggles along the way. When you think of the advice you would give to someone you love who is struggling to see the hope within their life, look into the mirror and deliver it to yourself. I struggle with this myself yet am very aware of the important concept of being kinder to myself. You are worthy, you are entitled and you are deserving. You just have the believe with every fibre of your being that there will be more to life than what is consuming you today. It can't come from others believing so, it has to come from within yourself.

8. There will always be a lot of discouragement, anger and questioning within yourself. A bad day can arise many bad thoughts, it can contribute to how much you may struggle that day. However, in time it might become just as easy for us all to flip this on its head and say the same for a good day. Acknowledging positivity, hopeful thoughts, getting through each moment and appreciating them for what they truly are. They will show us that life has the ability to have it's good aspects. That life does not have to be dictated by our diseases every breathing moment. It will always be a work in progress, but that is the hope that we need to hold onto. Progressing positively, showing strength and courage to continue to fight with chronic illness. 

9. Hope is believing and knowing that you can and will push through the barriers that are caging you in at this moment in time. That there is a chance of finding the balance of living a quality of life you are content with, alongside your illness. Believing that some days, there is a possibility that you will not completely be defined or consumed by your illness or disability, that normality may eventually creep in. We find hope when we least expect it, when we don't think it's actually possible. We adapt hope to our individual circumstances and walk with it, one day at a time. 

10. Hope is the possibility of change. Everyday is a chance for life to change for the better. Believe in your strengths, believe in your talents and believe in your wisdom because they have the ability to take you far. Believe that things have the possibility to change, that you can eventually find the beauty in your life. We will all find our own avenues to reach our destination of hope. For some it will be a choice, some a fuel and for others it will be the only option to survive. Hope ultimately, comes from belief in yourself.

Don't Give Up Hope...

Loss of Independence in Chronic Illness...

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Allowing ourselves to accept the help others offer is a difficult aspect within chronic illness and disability. One we don't tend to welcome with open arms when we are of a relatively, young age. Independence is a strange concept, we don't realise how important it becomes or how much we really have taken it for granted, until we lose a large percentage of it. Even in the early days of my teens, I never truly appreciated the little independence I had, which is something I feel terrible for. It felt like I lost my personal independence overnight at the age of 14. I went from working in the real world twice a week as part of my vocational course at school, to bed bound, dependable on a wheelchair and searching endlessly for a diagnosis. As my body weakened, so did my independence at rapid speed. Being chronically ill has had a huge impact on all of life's fundamental attributes, as I once knew them.

Being chronically ill and disabled has made me incredibly aware of when others are not completely grateful for their freedom, independence and abilities. Obviously, I have become aware of these characteristics because of the adversity I have faced in my health. I feel like preaching how life can change in an instant, to be grateful for every little thing they are capable of at this moment in time, yet I know you never truly realise how lucky you are in the smallest of ways, until you are put in a situation that makes it obvious. On a more positive note, I also know that if I am ever lucky enough to regain and rebuild aspects of my independence, I will feel incredibly grateful for the smallest of things, because I've gone without it for such a long time. I know that it really is, a large and beneficial foundation in the ability to live your life.

It has been a harsh reality check that the older I have become with a chronic illness, the more dependant I have had to become on my closest companions. This isn't necessarily going to be forever, partly because I am optimistic, partly because I won't allow myself to be for my personal aspirations and goals. Those with a chronic illness or disability have an awful lot of pride, without the full bodily functioning tools in order to go through their illness alone when at it's peak. My mind can often feel as determined as a healthy being, which is a frustration. Currently, I wake up everyday and feel like I have to teach myself how to walk from the pain I experience. Every limb throbs, every joint aches and every organ feels like it has been chewed up and spat out. This can feel like a huge setback in the initial start to a new day.

We can feel like we are burdens to those we love and care about, when asking for help or support. It's good to try and remember as a daily mantra, that we are not our illness or disability, we just have one. We can't help the fact that our illnesses have had a drastic impact on our lives, we can only try to adapt currently and be optimistic for our futures. I am quite stubborn towards my illness, I like to think I can do things like any other young woman my age yet in reality, unfortunately I can't complete the task at hand more often than I can. I say to myself, 'For goodness sake Nancy that was easy', when really I should say, 'If you are that determined you can always try again tomorrow, Nancy'.

The necessity of accepting help from others has sometimes had the ability to make me feel defeated, which is something I need to overcome to improve my quality of life. On one hand I am always so grateful and appreciative for the help that someone may give me, yet I am also plagued with the guilt and frustration too. Do they think I am weak? Lazy? Unhelpful? I have tendencies of feeling angry at myself over my disabling illness. Usually over the fact that tasks that are so simple and not thought twice about to others my age, like brushing teeth, washing hair or lifting a drink can become less simple as they once may have been or should be on incredibly bad days. In my mind, I can imagine and see myself doing everything that I find really difficult in my reality. This is where physically, I falter and feel a lot of anguish over.

 I have found it incredibly difficult to accept that my limits are now a little more obvious to myself, over bearing at times and unwanted in correlation to my age. I don't want to be a person who has to rely on family and friends, I want to be independent for my age, my sanity and within my lifestyle. I always say that I want and aim to be the best version of myself, however I know that I need to work on becoming the best version of myself as a chronically ill, disabled person rather than being hung up on the old me. I will get there, in time. Although I will say that everyday, I really try to push myself to do the things that many take for granted. Not only does this keep me sane, it helps me to not determinate any faster and keeps my mindset stronger than if I just gave up without a fight.

There was a recent occasion where I went to a restaurant with my Mum, I was having an incredibly weak day with body feeling incredibly painful and heavy. Other than a fork, the most beneficial tool to feed myself was not co operating. My arms, hands and fingers seemed to have a mind of their own with persistent hyper-extending and subluxing. It dawned on me after my first bite of food that I couldn't actually cut my food without intense, surging limb pain. I wanted to burst into tears when my Mum saw me struggling and offered to help me cut my food. I felt like an invalid and I was so angry that my condition had caused that to happen in public. I felt mortified inside and very aware of how disabling my illness had made me become. Nobody had been looking, they were too busy enjoying their own meals but inside, I felt so defeated. Something I rarely manage to do no longer felt do able and implemented another fear in to my life. Being my typical stubborn self, every time Mum offered to help from then on I said that I was OK and could do it myself. I couldn't, but I had to find a way to do it myself after my Mums initial help.

There are some days where your illness and disability shows a stark reality of how things have truly changed in your life. The difficulties you face on a day to day basis will probably always arise thoughts or question over why life is now this way, when it never used to be or when it typically shouldn't be. In the past I've felt in my heart it shouldn't be the case, but right now in the present, it is. I always say that is easier to accept today for what it is instead of convincing yourself that life will always be this way because of an illness. Which I have tendencies to do on a bad day. Every time I have the scary thoughts that life may always be this bad, I try with all of my might to challenge myself on that and say, 'you don't know what next week will be like yet, let alone forever'. This thought alone has become the hope I needed someone to give me on a bad day, an answer I searched for forever that ultimately, I found within myself.

I really struggled in the youth of my teens, knowing full well that it was beyond difficult to even get out of the bed, brush my hair and put my shoes on by myself, whilst my peers were at school running around at break time, deciding what to wear for prom and worrying together over exams. My illnesses have been the little devil on my shoulder for many years, unrealistically comparing myself to others. It is a thought that can make me feel sad, yet it's becoming a little less upsetting when I instead look towards people who are like me. There is nothing worse than a day where you feel incredible amounts of pain, isolated and lonely from your condition.

Those with a chronic illness or disability sometimes have to rely on others for the simple things. Such as sorting their medications, pouring their drinks, holding appliances, cooking their meals, putting on their shoes, holding bags and really simple things, that don't take much thought like getting the milk out the fridge. I can have symptoms where I feel so paralysed, I can barely communicate but know in myself I need to take a dose of medication. I want desperately to be able to do so myself in those moments but I usually need help. It can be incredibly frustrating and sometimes, you begin to wonder if things will be stuck this way. You need a lot of patience with yourself and your limits, yet you also have to become somewhat bulletproof in the emotions that come with asking for the help when you are feeling desperate for it. We tend to push ourselves to extreme lengths in order to complete simple tasks ourselves, so I know that personally, I don't ask for help very easily because I should be able to do all of these things as an independent adult. When I do manage to do complete a simple task alone, it's a celebration that I acknowledge inwardly. Every minute of everyday arises little challenges that we will either have to adapt or find the ability to get through. I think that's what outsiders forget, we are fighting a huge battle with ironically, every step we take.

The concept of being offered a helping hand in chronic illness is something I still battle with. I don't take to the process like a duck to water because I don't want it to be the case at the mere age of 21. The thought of receiving help made me feel incredibly petrified in the early days of being chronically ill. Surely my diagnosis couldn't cause that. I can't be 'cared' for as a young adult with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, it's not right, it shouldn't even be the case, why is it the case? It was and still is the case and my advice would be to take the concept with a pinch of salt and try not to be judgemental as otherwise, your mind will just spiral into a low state. I misjudged the situation and took the thought of being helped with simple things as a negative thing. When in reality, any decent parent will 'care' for their child till the day they die, it's just their nature. They want to protect and help their children in anyway they can. I am incredibly grateful for all that my Mum and Dad continue to do for me at the moment, they help me with a lot that a 21 year old should be able to do with ease. They both work full time and help me in the spare time that should be their freedom. I know any loving parent would do this for their child and I hope to one day, be able to pay them back for all they have done and put on hold for me.

I have so much respect for anyone in this life who is or has been a carer. It's not an easy job to take on. We need to remember that carers can also feel cut off from their personal lives. They may become unsure of how to balance their happiness as an individual with the care needs of someone else. There can be a lot of guilt for both parties. Guilt on behalf of the ill person feeling like the have to rely on certain people for a lot of help and guilt for the carers, not knowing how to fully help in every situation whilst sacrificing their own lives too. Although my family are not registered paid careers because of the funding policy, they constantly care for me, day and night in anyway the can. I never envisioned my family having to care for me at such a young age and feel terribly guilty a lot of the time whilst it is our reality.

I am trying to not put a benchmark on my limitations, if I can't do something today I might be able to complete it tomorrow or next week. This also works the other way, when I get frustrated at what I used to be able to do, it always has the possibility of coming back to me in the future and I can try again. Even silly day to day things such as, being the person to open my dogs dinner and give it to him. Some days I can and some days I can't. On the day I can it is fantastic and on the days I can't, it's a setback but I can try again tomorrow. I often have to remind myself that in some circumstances, I am not able enough and to try an accept it for now. Sometimes, I push through because I have the want, will and physical ability that hour to do so. Other times, my physical ability and pain threshold is the dictator over what I personally want to achieve. Sometimes, I will stand and want to walk freely and realise that actually today, I need my aids to help me around the house. In the same day, I may also try to coach myself through the moment and convince myself that I can walk a few steps inside without an aid. Pain and symptoms can change unpredictably, hour to hour.

There are many days where my body feels against me and this is when I acknowledge the reality of my current position in life, but it might not always be this painful or disabling. There are days where I tell myself to push through and do something, in order to feel like an adult who is as capable as she feels in her mind. Typically with the mentality of being someone without the limits that pain can present to me on a daily basis. I always think I would personally like to be treated as normal as possible, so whatever everyone else enjoys doing our age, I think people should try to help us be a part of it too. It's horrible feeling left out and isolated, it's a feeling that is far too common in illness. It's good to feel you have an outlet or community of support, such as the spoonie community. I don't want to fully accept I am disabled as I feel that mindset will personally make me too hung up on my circumstances. I want to feel empowered by the term disability and acknowledge the word in a positive way, not as someone who feels helpless in their circumstances. I have the faith that one day, I can say I got to that place too.

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

Life on pause in chronic illness / disability. Will the stuck feeling always be here ?

One of the first blog posts I wrote on a similar topic to the below, was back in 2013. 'The stuck feeling' was a post I completed in under an hour. Ironic considering the topic name. The words came pouring out, I didn't seem to take a pause in expressing how I felt. Stuck is a word that often still comes into play daily in my current situation with disability and illness. It's a horrible, smothering feeling that you just desperately want to escape and run from. Feeling stuck becomes the blatant reality check of just how much life changes when you live with illness or disability.

Even in 2015, it's still a feeling that can overwhelm and shock me, as it has for many years now. Hope has been restored in the sense that I now know that lots of others in similar circumstances, often feel it too. Something I had no confirmation of, up until early 2014. This fact in itself has done me a lot of good and I try to remember this when difficult to think of the progression in the many different aspects of life. The stuck and trapped mentality rears its ugly head without warning, but especially when in an incredibly bad flare up. Living this life can make you feel like you are a car stuck in the mud or sinking in quicksand.

Like so many other people with chronic illness and disability, I find it hard to maintain a dependence on large amounts of positivity within my daily life. I understand that this 'stuck' feeling becomes a valid aspect in a continuous progression towards accepting and building upon my disabled reality. Low moments in my week or month tend to slightly positively push me in different ways, when I didn't think it was entirely possible, so in theory they becomes my silver lining. However, there are also a lot of incredibly difficult times where feeling stuck in my tracks often feels like it is taking over my life. I notice that my body seems to feel paralysed, my breathing shallow, my soul numb, my mood incredibly emotional and my movement weak in these despair moments, a huge reality check and emphasis on the 'stuck' feeling.

There is never a certain time period or obvious pattern that will pass and cause my stuck feeling to amplify. Sometimes it's how I feel in my day to day achievements, sometimes my hourly achievements and sometimes it just falls down to how I feel in myself and my disability. This surge of feeling rears it's ugly head in the moments where you want to think of your future, your present and sometimes even your past. Just feeling like you are stuck on a treadmill, at the same pace, living with same life because of chronic illness is something I have always found very difficult to process.

Many different people, from many walks of life, can feel stuck. Stuck in jobs they hate, stuck within their private lives, relationships, stuck in circumstances they wish they had the power to change or make better. All these kind of feelings and categories in which they appear in our lives are valid. They make us feel more than rubbish, drag us down and force us to see them in only a negative light. However, in chronic illness it's not just one particular aspect of life that you feel stuck in. It's an avalanche of aspects and sectors within your life that you have no idea how to move forward with. The reason being because chronic illness, pain and disability can cause attributes within your circumstance, that have the ability to consume your present. These factors seem to get in the way of and block your progression path a lot of the time, both physically and mentally, no matter how much you attempt to remain optimistic and positive.

The phrase I refer to a lot is 'life on pause'. Technically, nobody's life is truly on pause, unfortunately the human race does not have access to the nifty little gadget that features in the movie 'Click' just yet. I use this phrase in the sense that life, days, months and years can shockingly pass you by in chronic illness and disability. You can't physically leave behind or build steady blocks upon the one thing that drags you down everyday of your existence, pain. You feel trapped and controlled in so many aspects of your life caused by this powerful gremlin. The most common avenue everyone wants to take when they feel stuck is to try and change why they feel this way, which is irrelevant when it comes to a life with pain.

When you become housebound with a disability, your life seems to lack much structure. This forces you to imagine and think about what life could be like if health and physical abilities were on our side. It is cruel to do this to ourselves when we have an illness or disability, but we do it anyway. Only because we want better for ourselves, our present and our futures. There isn't harm in wanting to be a better person, feel happy and content in your circumstances. However, when you know the circumstances are not particularly 'normal', there has to be a line drawn where you need to stop being so hard on yourself. This is when being chronically ill and disabled makes you rely in large amounts on any ounce of positivity you can find within your circumstance, and most importantly a hell of a lot of patience.

No matter how positive you may want to think about your situation, when the sheer reality hits you that you have lived this life for so long, it becomes pretty hard to shake the feelings of how your current situation is making you feel. You feel as if you can't escape this lifestyle and convince yourself to an extent that you are certain it will become just like all the other years that have passed by. Will I always feel this trapped, stuck and depressed by my reality? Will I be able to grow in the ways I wish too? Illness and disability can cause you to think irrationally and have low expectations of yourself. You feel numb, distressed, depressed, trapped, unhappy and emotional when dealing with these prospects in life.   

When progression seems to slack in your life you feel like you are stuck deep in a hole with the walls collapsing inwards on you. You feel stuck in more ways that one. There are many different circumstances in life with illness and disability, where I feel this way. Sometimes, they are easier to get through and other times, I am faced with new, unsuspecting challenges. Categories stem from feeling stuck from physical contact with others, where life is headed, what I would like to be achieving, anger at my current physical abilities, lack of progression, age-realisation, deteriorating health, hospital appointments and more. Stuck feelings can arise from how much I physically hope to gain from life, but not knowing if it will ever be entirely possible because of my disability and health issues. It also is a case of wanting to physically push myself as much as I can, but falling flat a lot of the time with a body that just can't cope.

Diverting your attention when bed bound or housebound is never an easy assignment. I feel a huge sense of despair and anger over wasted years being house bound, the loss of control of my happiness and so much more. There is nothing those with chronic illness want out of life more than normality and fulfilment on a level that is comforting. Personally, I feel normality could really relieve my 'stuck' factors, however I also know currently, there isn't a normality in my health circumstances. I would love to eventually seek my version of normality one day but for now, I can't control aspects of my pain or health. My symptoms and pain levels have the ability to change from hour to hour and for now, I can only focus on just getting myself through that.

Another prospect that can suddenly emphasise my 'stuck' feelings is realising I will possibly always be this ill, disabled or in this much pain. Whilst stuck in a low mindset, feeling hopeless and unfulfilled in aspects of my life. It's not the way I want to think or feel about life and only independently can I potentially pull myself out of those thinking patterns. I can work towards personal goals and although they may be at a slower pace than average, they are not impossible if I set my mind to the task at hand. I know that in being disabled, we are not supposed to put too much pressure on ourselves and our achievements. However, I also feel that selective goal setting is good for me, personally. I am far too hard on myself a lot of the time, yet I I also like to feel I am working towards something positive and worthwhile in my life with disability. Slow progress is better than no progress at all, as they say.

We are taught from a young age that anything is possible, I do truly believe that is so but its not to say that it will be an easy climb along the way, for anyone let alone those with a disability or illness. On days where I feel more positive, I am usually quite optimistic over this 'anything is possible' mantra. I can think clearer about just getting through and solely focusing on today. However this doesn't mean that the lower days, moments and thought patterns that stem from illness don't swoop in with angry impact, as and when they please.

In ways, so much has changed in my 'stuck feeling'. I am connecting with so many other young people online, all who live with disability or chronic illness. It's good that I acknowledge that aspect as it is something to feel positive about. However, physically in my situation, so much still remains the same, which at times can be incredibly disheartening. It can be so hard to battle through social isolation in chronic illness. My depression, sadness and anxiety come in bounds throughout the week because of my circumstances. My isolation levels feel incredibly overwhelming at this point too. I wish the simple answer of when these moments arise is to physically put myself in a situation where I am not isolated, yet it never feels that easy when living with pain. Pain has the ability to stop you from being able to integrate with others in times when you need to most. An aspect that makes illness even more cruel than it already is to anyone who suffers. It's those times I am especially grateful for my family, particularly my amazing Mum and Dad who would bend over backwards for me.

Being chronically ill is such a roller coaster. There are no magic words that can bring a person comfort when they ask themselves why they have been given a life of illness or disability. I am often guilty of pondering over why my life feels on pause. Will life get any better? Will I be able to achieve my goals, will I be happy enough? What steps do I take to get there? These thoughts and questions can swamp your mind when you are in a bad place with chronic illness, only because its a destination that you aim to reach fairly quickly. You are constantly wanting to better yourself but it can feel like the most cobbled path. I want to actually be a part of life, feeling free from illness and its chains like anyone else my age has the ability to live. Illness and this stuck feeling, often makes me feel like I don't have an established place in this world and it has done for many years.

When putting into perspective how many years I have been housebound, diagnosed and disabled, it shocks me with its considerably long time period. The only positive option you have when faced with the prospect of illness or disability is to cope. In your own way, with your own methods and on your own terms. It's a case of working with your disability when able to, whilst having as much patience as you can find within yourself. Life, whether we accept this or not always continues to carry on no matter what is thrown at us. The earth keeps on spinning, as they say. Days often feel so wasted just waiting for pain to pass. It's not even pain you can work through otherwise trust me, I speak on behalf of everyone in saying we would push through. No one chooses to live a housebound life. No one choose the sadness or despair that comes with a chronic illness.

As sad of a life illness or disability can be, it wont hopefully always feel this way. Life may become brighter, hopeful and enjoyable. Illness is one of those sink or swim moments. Except deep down, we all know there is only one choice and that is to keep swimming, even when the tide feels too over whelming. It's not easy at all to accept this being so young, I found it hard in my teens and I find it hard as an adult. I find myself in despair over this way of life more often than not, but the bottom line is, it is what it is, nothing can change the diagnosis.

I have tried to become more forceful in my abilities, when feeling stuck. There are so many days in a month where physically, my disability and pain feel incredibly over powering and in control. Which to a daily extent, they are. It is not easy to achieve on a day to day basis when in so much physical pain. Not only is it physical, it's usually mentally draining too. When I feel stuck and cooped up, I attempt to take the reins on controlling an ounce of my happiness to make myself feel free of what is trapping me. This is to prove to myself, that even when I feel like I can't, I can. Now I must admit, these small things don't bring me great joy whatsoever, it just feels like a valid necessity that is needed to feel like I am a part of the world and not just fading into the obscurity of my home, away from every ounce of life and living.

I have been trying to become more aware of when I tend to focus too much on this 'stuck' predicament. Ultimately, it is a case of becoming accepting of your current reality, being hopeful that your future can become better yet also being balanced with wanting to fight for a current, fulfilling purpose in your life. It's not fair to allow the circumstances that feel out of your hands, to have the ability to let your life pass you by. Every day is special and every day counts. Every day gives us the chance to change small aspects of our routine, every day is a new possibility for things to fall into place.

It's a struggle to remind yourself to not get continuously caught up in that smothering 'stuck' feeling. It is purely punishing yourself, whilst tending to leave a negative cloud over your current abilities within disability and illness. These abilities are things in which we should be proud of, regardless of the circumstances. We all know just how difficult the smallest tasks and aspects of daily life become. We are angry at this thought in itself but we need to accept it for what it is. Anger towards situations out of our control usually takes more energy than just getting through today.

Defined by your disability? When chronic illness feels like it steals your identity....

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Some say what we go through in life has the ability to change our existence entirely. Sometimes, these momentous occasions are triumphant and positive. Other times, they are some of the toughest experiences a person has to get through and face head on. These moments can be short lived or linger in our lives for longer than expected. Ultimately, it is always up to an individual to decide in which category they have fallen into during any selective time period in their life. Sometimes little aspects can really distress us and other times it's the bigger aspects that truly rattle us. We all have a subconscious scale of what we find challenging as individuals in comparison to each other. One thing we all have in common in these moments, is that we are not told how to prepare mentally for these kind of arising challenges. 

These occasions have the ability to change you for the better but they also have the ability to shake things up in your life, leave you in distress, implement future worries and cause you to face a new reality. They can damage your confidence, change your personality and hinder your growth. This might not be obvious to everyone initially or even at all. I know from personal experience, that deep down, after a long time of living a certain way, a drastic change in life can sometimes make you focus on the negatives. It can rob you of your character and leave you feeling empty inside. However, despite these challenges, we always learn along the way. 

Up until quite recently, I would always state that I felt like I had lost my identity at 14 years old. The time where in my eyes, my life went on pause. My health was slowly deteriorating and I had no control over this aspect of my life. Health has always been wealth to me. Although I am very aware that with each passing day, we grow a day older and hopefully a day wiser, there are a majority of days in the week where I still can't find the correct tools and avenues to rediscover my identity. The thing that should be separate to my illness. I sometimes make the mistake of defining myself with my illness, it shouldn't be the case, but sometimes it hard to forget that we are still human underneath the exterior of a disability. I know that if someone who had an illness or disability expressed that comment to me, I would quickly point out all that I see in that person. Their personality probably being the focus, I'm sure illness wouldn't be the first thing that would even come to my mind. 

Living with chronic illness has been something I have faced for many years now. In all honesty, I often feel like the last time I truly 'lived' was before my teens. The fact I am only 21 is the bittersweet issue within that prospect. Disability and illness can take away the joy of life for some of us. We then find it hard to get back on our feet and heading in a direction we are happy with. The adversity of disability was something I never expected. I have always been a firm believer in accepting that what we go through in life, shapes us into who we become. I accept that process, but it doesn't mean I am always happy and welcoming of it. Ultimately, I am always optimistic that what happens is for hopefully a reason. 

How do we separate ourselves from our disabilities when they seem to have so much physical power and control? Your previous lifestyle is slowly but surely replaced with a pace in co operation to your disability. Your personality shifts with the adversity you face from your new found reality and any hobbies, interests or personal traits seem to fall to on the back burner. You feel like with each passing day you slowly lose yourself to your disability. It has the ability to make you feel like it is all that makes you in life and sadly, all that your world has become revolved around. I am forgiving in knowing this isn't completely through my own fault, illness has just made me lose my way and forget to enjoy life. I don't find that admission shameful, I know its more than likely at least crossed one other persons mind that is potentially reading this. I just think its quite heartbreaking that an illness can make somebody feel this way. No matter their age, occupation or lifestyle. 

Chronic illness for an incredibly long time has made me feel like all I had to offer was the pain and sadness it brought to me on a daily basis. The chaos of loss, confusion, isolation and sadness replaced the girl who was once felt like she had a personality with a slight sparkle in her eye. Illness has consumed me for over a decade now and seems to be the whole reason I am who I am. There are times I question who I have become, why my life is this way, why do I have a disability or why can't I live a life I am content enough with. Nobody wants to be on this earth to suffer, nobody wants to feel like they watch the world behind a window pane. We all want the best quality and quantity of life for ourselves and our loved ones.

At some point during our journey with chronic illness, the majority of us would have felt the overwhelming, smothering feeling from the realisation that we will potentially always live a life like this. A life of possible longevity, but with chronic pain, illness or a long term disability. It is from that point forward that you just feel completely lost in yourself and everything you once knew or thought you knew. It all seems so far behind you. It's a reality check because life suddenly really does drastically change. Before you know it, everything else does too. Illness drastically changes you as a person, in both positive and negative ways. Illness and your new found reality implement fear, even if you are trying to make the best out of a bad situation. 

It is common in chronic illness to feel the loss of yourself, your life, your normality and your independence. It's a complex lifestyle to adjust to. The biggest personal issue for me has been losing myself, my path, my happiness. It's not something that gets easier with time, the longer I live with illness, sometimes it's this concept of 'time' that causes more pain and hurt in my heart. I find it hard to recall the things I enjoy or have the potential to enjoy. I find it hard to think of aspects that I like about myself or that people like about me. You feel like you died a long time ago and some rotten disability replaced you in the night. It feels like health issues have now replaced or consumed Nancy. When it's yourself it's always so much more difficult to overlook the positives and indulge your thoughts into the negatives. No matter how many times a person may try to elevate your abilities to look past the thing that is holding you back. Let's be honest, it's a fact that we are always within our own company. We are often too hard and critical on ourselves.

I always remember in the One Direction 'This Is Us' film, Harry Styles stated that he hated the word celebrity. He felt it was superficial and made him less of a person, a stigma almost. I felt comparison in this comment to how I feel about being disabled and chronically ill. Illness has taken over me to the point where it has almost become my identity. The first thing that comes to mind when I think of myself is my disability. The first thing that others become accustomed to making conversation about is my disability. Usually because work or social related activities are currently not present. Sadly, it currently feels like my defining moment to date and I'm not always sure how to feel about it.  We all have the ability to be defined or looked upon as something, however I always wanted something more positive. Not a word I relate to mostly negative connotations because of what it has brought into my world. I am hopeful in the future, I can find something much more positive to correspond with defining myself, my life and my achievements.

Sometimes living life with a chronic illness or disability doesn't feel like it's enough. 'There has got to be more to life than my reality', is something I am guilty of thinking of occasionally. Lack of excitement, lack of joy mixed with goals we are desperate to seek within chronic illness amplify this feeling. Our days can feel empty and less sufficient than the average.  I would much rather a job be the most consistent thing in my life but I'm working with it. There are going to be so many days where you highly doubt your existence when it comes to illness, you can often feel like you waste your days just procrastinating in bed. Your purpose feels hard to search for. I feel so boring because I am housebound, if someone was to ask my what I like to do for fun, my mind usually goes blank. Fun? Does that word even exist in my dictionary. Not since I have become housebound and disabled, that's for sure.

You find yourself searching for the answers of what once filled you with happiness or even an escape from your everyday troubles. At times, these old things are difficult to attain in your present because they are no longer disabled or chronic illness friendly. Your physical limits have the final say on a lot of your challenges. Then you reach a dead end in hope. I know that there are multiple enjoyments in this world for people to continuously try and take part in, but when you live in pain, you lack the ability to want to try. Not because you are lazy, because you are drained, in pain and suffering.

I do however believe, there is always a positive, in any situation that you deem bad. Even if it takes you a good while to convince yourself of it. Although sometimes you may be drained by the process of what you are going through, these arising moments of our existence can also prove that you do have the ability to get through whatever life may throw your way.  It's not always easy, it's not always fair, it doesn't always make any sense but it is the present and it's all we have to work with. 

It becomes a case of remembering the aspects of life that are personal to you and not dictated by your pain, your disability, your health or your illness. Sometimes, I do find this aspect really difficult. What makes you, you? Try to forget the more obvious aspects that your illness controls. What do you enjoy? What makes you laugh? What is your style? What is your guilty pleasure? What is your movie genre of choice? Who's you favourite artist? What's you biggest dream? Who is your role model? What would you do for fun? There is always something you feel passionate about. There is always a quirk within your personality that others and yourself will eventually be able to see.

It's not always a simple task trying to recall who you once were before you became chronically ill. Illness has the ability to flip your world upside down when least expect it. It doesn't discriminate, it just happens. Chronic illness will impact your life for better and for worse. Things such as your personality, patience and your outlook change with each passing day. It's not a bad thing, it usually makes people have a greater understanding of what's important in life. 

Life always carries on, sometimes you are so caught up in your disability that many aspects of your life and personality dwindle away. It's not all negative. In the attributes I feel I have lost within myself, I have also gained in other ways. I am grateful for the positive personality aspects that illness has brought into my life. However, it's the darker and lower aspects that are more apparent and intense when you live with chronic illness. I can't stand and at times, can't cope with the isolation, the social anxiety, the fear of coping, the depression or the knock in confidence it has implemented into my daily life. 

On reflection, sometimes I wake up and instantly feel disabled. It's how I then personally define this whole day, which usually turns out rubbish because I let my disability win. In reality, I should accept this day for what it is and cope with the present. One of my strong points is that mentally, I don't often feel disabled. I feel like this is both a positive and a negative attribute of my thoughts. The negative being that I am not fully accepting my situation, lifestyle and physical weakness. The positive being that, as long as I continue to think this way, I won't be allow myself to wallow in self pity. I will still be able to push myself and feel like my goals are still half attainable.

I am still the daughter that wants to make my parents proud, I am still the friend who will always be there when I am needed, I am still Nancy, I just have to cope with a disability and I will hopefully be able to do just that. I will find things I enjoy again, I will find my way in living life again and I will be try to be kind to myself and this process of acceptance. We can make terrible circumstances beautiful in their own way. It's not always welcomed or suitable, but you can only work with what you are given. Some of us were given a disability, we just can't allow it to continue to define us. You are the only person who can discover the attributes that make you unique, despite your disability.

I have only just started to realise and accept that I am so much more than the symptoms and attributes of my disability. I need to remind myself of this and everyone else that too, even on days where pain convinces you that you are less because of the adversity you may face. I've tried to turn the aspects of my illness that I can into a positive, I like that fact that I can share something in my own corner of the Internet and hope that someone out there takes some comfort from my words. I hope that my fears within my own illness can make others more accepting and willing to work through theirs. Illness has taught me so much and has been the most testing time in my life. Like I said, I always state that I just feel like an illness, I think what I mean to say is I've always lived with illness, other than family it has been the most consistent thing in my life.

There is so much that we dismiss when we live in a life with chronic illness that we forget the simple things that make us human. We are quick to forget the positives that others are quick to see, even if we can't. In rational hindsight, we are so much more than out disabilities. They are a huge part of our lives, but they were not born and presented to the world, we were. Although it often may make me feel this way, disability is not and will not be the most important part of me. I would be quick to point that out to someone else in similar circumstances. 

I challenge you to ask or text your loved ones or friends. What do they think your best qualities and attributes are as a person? How would they describe you? I would bet that 99% of the responses wouldn't even mention your disability. If the people that we love can easily and positively overlook our disabilities, why can't we be as kind to ourselves?

Pain overtaking the present in chronic illness...

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One thing I have always found hard in my acceptance process with chronic illness is wondering what it's like to feel fully present. Pain and its arising symptoms can leave me in a very vacant state at times and I forget to savour the moment. Living with chronic pain can often reduce my attention and focus to great lengths when symptoms arise. Over time, I have found that in heights of pain, it over rules my abilities to function in normal ways, makes me fearful to make plans and most of all, it makes me forget to live for and be in the present. Any one can daydream off into their own world, I was guilty of doing this during school science lessons in particular. However, pain just makes it difficult for myself to recall positive or happier occasions that I've been a part of in life and their underlying meaning. There are a few occasions in life that I can remember really looking forward too, yet all I can remember of those times is sadly, the pain. It became apparent to me after a while, that any after thought was usually the reminder of how much pain consumed the day or particular moment I was looking forward to. This always felt off putting. It's strange how I have always been able to recall a memory off of how intense my pain levels may have been. It's hard feeling like all you gain as an after thought is the pain you experienced. It's a losing battle and makes trying even more difficult and off putting.

In chronic pain and illness, it's really hard to be presently there in the moment. I was recently asked by a friend whether I enjoyed my holiday. I wanted to scream yes, it's a holiday of a life time going to Disney World, Florida and I felt so fortunate to be in a position to go despite my pain. It's just so, so hard to dismiss pain from intense situations like so. It's really difficult to find the correct words to explain that to someone without sounding ungrateful unless they too, live a similar lifestyle or have an insight on life with chronic illness. On holiday, my days were spent worrying whether I would make it through the day rather than feeling excited over my new surroundings. Worrying if the rest of my party were enjoying themselves at a more disabled pace. Fearing if I would be able to stand up or move tomorrow. Worried if I could make it through a shower without collapsing. Worry over spontaneous dislocating and unpredictable symptoms arising. Worried how I was going to go out with food and drink in my system knowing full well the repercussions this brings. Worrying over others knocking into me. Pain and illness can bring you immense amounts of fear when you know the heights and potential it can actually reach, it is hard to still be presently there even though physically, you may be. You want to savour the moment and enjoy all that the moment can bring, but is it really possible with chronic pain?

When I sat and thought about that statement, it didn't just apply to how I felt over that holiday but anything or any outing with chronic pain and illness that I have experienced in my life. You are never truly in the moment and that's difficult. You are more concerned over your pain levels and getting through the day over letting loose and enjoying yourself like any one else your age. You can never just switch off or gain time off from your physical pain. There's no leaving your problems at the door like you can do with your job or social life. It's often a case of being unable to seize an opportunity for distraction from what is bothering you. Those who live with chronic illness and disability will never be able to leave behind something that powerful. This is obviously consuming your entire body and existence from the minute you open your eyes in the morning. It's not an easy adjustment or the typically average way of life, without sounding like a bitter Betty. I do however believe that it is a part of the process of learning to accept chronic pain being a constant in your life, in order to try to move forward. There is no avoiding this, so the only option is adapting. 

You try your best to cover the severity in situations out of the home in order to try your best to remain somewhat calm, but it isn't always easy as it looks. I definitely couldn't bare for it to be seen as rudeness or dis interest as it isn't the case. The vacancy pain brings is a greatly annoying aspect of illness for myself. When I feel anxious from pain I tend to zone out, when I feel noise sensitive from my pain I try to leave the situation, when I have large amounts of physical pain I become inward and unresponsive and want to shut myself away. It's just my coping mechanisms, but at times I wish it wasn't. It's even more frightening when I am out and these symptoms or feelings arrive as you just want your comforts in which you cope best. I wish pain could leave me be when I have something to do, somewhere to go, someone to spend time with but that isn't valid with illness. 

There are many times where I have to ask someone to repeat themselves, or I find myself repeating what I intended to say multiple times because I become tongue tied and brain fogged with fatigue. I even sometimes have to watch an episode of a TV show 3 times in order to understand what's going in. Pain can limit concentration levels on so many things. Let alone the important things I try my best to complete in a well collected manner such as blogging, studying and coursework.

Chronic illness is like a tight item of clothing that you have no choice but to wear. However many times you attempt to stretch it, it just refuses to loosen. Chronic Illness, a lot of the time is smothering. Pain is always in control physically, which can have a huge mental impact on your day ahead. As much as you try to be in and enjoy the present of your day, pain is always in control of what you are able to do and how you are feeling. For those of us who live with a looming illness throughout our bodies, we know the best ways in which we can try to coat our symptoms or pain in front of guests or when we are out of the home. It is still is increasingly difficult, frightening and dissatisfying that this is the case. When an illness can overtake multiple aspects of your body and arise many symptoms, any coping mechanisms that you have in mind and hope will work can go out of the window with co operating. Symptoms are a red alert to the body, it goes into meltdown. With that, your confidence in controlling and hiding your pain can slide, your anxiety can soar and your fear too. 

 

I often find myself in a daze imagining when the next availability to enjoy myself or the possibility of even looking forward to something, coming around. It's been an off putting process. I use the tactic of convincing myself that next time I will fully enjoy something, attempt to push pain aside and just be present. However, it never seems to go that way as there are so many pain signals going on inside of you that bring you back to reality with a bang despite any front you may put on. I suppose it's the same in anyone's life. People get distracted by noise, nature, talking, interaction and possibly whatever may be on their mind in their private lives. It's normal for everyone in this world to have their own individual problems on their mind, but a distraction may be a possibility for some. It just becomes disheartening when every minute of every day is usually this way and the main input is from uncontrollable pain. Even when you want to lay and think about nothing, pain is still the main physical aspect or present feeling you have to keep you company.

You are desperate to find the off switch for just a few hours. When there are so many aspects of a disability, it's hard to not go an hour without symptoms arising, changing or some aspect of your illness causing an issue and disrupting your day. It's hard to accept but it's also what we become accustomed to within our daily lives. I feel guilty from these aspects of illness when around others. My guilt usually lies in the issue that my situation becomes awkward for others to work with and brings a downcast on any occasion. We would all love to present ourselves without our illness and have the ability to leave our illness at home for the day. Why does our illness feel like it is 'so much of us' is a question I often think. I used to think this was mostly a bad thing, on down days, I will be honest and say sometimes I do still see it as more of a burden than a positive. However, illness also has made me the person I am today. I think that's something that needs to be acknowledged by all of us personally. We might want to sometimes feel free of illness and it's heavy armour, but it's not possible. 

It is a concern of mine,that illness will never fully allow me to feel free of its chains. I have a fear that ultimately it may ruin those cliché, "best moments"'of life. I don't want it to get in the way, but the chances are, it may be a huge possibility. Then I feel like that sounds negative but on the flip side, I do personally also see it as rational. I have lived with chronic illness long enough to know how it effects me personally, if I wasn't aware of the lower moments, I think I would be much harder on myself and my limits. It's always there, even if you can grit your teeth and put on a front to others you kind of feel like that's never your true self because inside, you constantly feel like something just isn't right. You are not the best version of yourself like I've said before, but you are making the best out of a situation that is out of your control and I think that's the only thing we can do really. There's a difference between accepting that fact and letting it beat you or accepting that fact for what it is but not letting it win. Win in ways such as ruining your happiness, your goals and your dreams.

I think that underlying fear that chronic illness can bring a person, has a lot to do with being able to fully enjoy yourself too. You build up a boundary and are frightened to let yourself go like anyone else your age when you live with a disability. With pain, comes many limits. As I've said previously, as a child, I was incredibly aware of my body and the pain it gave me. Although I thought it was very different, I didn't think that would later lead to a disabling diagnosis. I was self consciously aware of my limits compared to to others that I felt fear to actually join in, because I knew the end result from previous encounters of appearing to be like everyone else. I have taken on the approach since a young teen of always wanting to shelter my body because of the pain I am experiencing. I would never put myself in a situation where I think my body will be at risk. Crowds, distances without an aid, not knowing how disabled friendly a destination is and the unknown are qualities that make me frightened with chronic illness.

Although sometimes, it can predominantly feel like a negative, you will in time be able to see that it isn't all bad. In other aspects, pain has the ability to open you eyes to other things. It makes you more appreciative of life in its small qualities in ways that you wouldn't if you had not faced health adversity. It makes you feel grateful over the little things in life even though you may aspire to the bigger things.  It makes you want to attempt to savour every positive moment, even if it's difficult. The longer you live with chronic pain the more it makes you want to try and turn as many negatives into as many positives as you can seek, even if the climb to get there is big. Pain makes you aware of emotions in leaps and bounds and gives you the ability to use this to connect with others in suffering. You become grateful in the ability to compare horrific symptoms to just bad ones.

This makes my post on capturing memories even more important. When it's a struggle to remember the moment because pain may have ruined or interrupted your day, a picture might help you to unravel the deeper meaning of achievement despite pain. My goal is to still continuously try to push myself to still achieve what is in my heart and hope that pain allows me to be as present as possible rather than over ruling it. It's a positive encouragement and achievement that you all still continue to try even though you may be feeling particularly vacant. Trying shouldn't be dismissed. I want to be accepting of the pain, but I also don't want it to cloud my mood, judgement, happiness or ability to look forward to and enjoy something. I will continue to try not to let it defeat me and I hope you can too, even though sometimes, it may feel like it is.

Grieving your old life in chronic illness....

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Grief is a natural process that occurs when we lose someone or something in our lives. I was never told by anyone in the medical field to prepare for grief when I was diagnosed with a chronic illness as a teenager. Instead I felt ashamed, frightened and less entitled to these feelings because I was still technically breathing and 'alive'. However, after many years of doubtful thoughts I realised I had lost something. I had lost something drastic in the form of my life, an identity, physical abilities and good health for the prolonged future. I had also lost my teenage years, friendships, a social life, my aspiring career, my ability to study, finding opportunities and most importantly, the ability to a quality of life. It was nearly my sixteenth birthday when I was told that my health issues were chronic and incurable. It was a whole cauldron of loss that unexpectedly arrived at a time and age where you are supposed to be discovering who you are as well as enjoying yourself.

A certainty in life is that we will all suffer with grief at some point, however illness can be a constant grief. To those who haven't experienced illness, the concept of mourning the loss of an old life before chronic illness arrived may not be envisioned as acceptable, or even possible. Especially illness on a chronic scale. However, the majority of us know it is not fair to physically compare the loss or coping mechanism of a person to somebody else who is also suffering a personal bereavement. Grief can come in all different forms, such as grieving over loved ones, pets, divorce, relationships, a job, financial woes. Grief shouldn't cause a person to be judged because there is no correct way, entitlement or category in which it needs a purpose.

There really are so many parts of dealing with grief, the five main processes being;

Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance 

There were many attributes that I went through over many years. Sometimes I felt all of these things at once, other times purely numb. Over my situation I have felt, anger, completely helpless, depressed, fearful, sadness, anxiety, low moods, loss of appetite, doubts and disbelief. Its is a consuming, drowning feeling. It's a constant weight to carry around, however realising it is all a process in your grief is a big step towards acceptance.

I was in denial for such a long time that my condition was actually chronic. Being told you can't be cured or really helped in an illness is a terrifying experience in life. For a long time I was so angry at what my situation had become, I blamed myself, my body, my genetics, anything that I could. However, there is no correct answer as to who or what is to blame for my health circumstances. It simply is a case of, it is what it is. I've come to realise there is no time limit on grief and no particular reason for it to consume you.

Upon reflection, because we are facing chronic conditions, there really is no time limit when it comes to the period of our grief. Sometimes it lasts a few years, a few months, weeks and sometimes we are reminded of it's presence every day. Anything can trigger the feeling. My own examples of when I am reminded of my own grief being, when I physically can see how different I've become to those of similar age, when I envision where I should be in life if I didn't have an illness, feeling stuck in my situation or when my body and mind feel like they've hit a brick wall countless days in a row. But typically, its usually when I'm having a really bad day with chronic pain and the realisation of how life has drastically changed through my illness.

Many things can effect the loss of life we feel and the reoccurring effect it may have on us. My own handling with grief comes in surges. Just like how we mourn the death of a loved one on their anniversary, poignant moments bring on all the old feelings of grief and possibly some extra on top for my increasing health problems. For instance, I find New Years really difficult to process.

Grief is draining, physically and mentally. There is so much that you lose, that just disappears from your life with a chronic illness. It has made me feel very numb, but at the same time distressed and unable to think straight. These types of feelings may convince you that you have mental health problems, but it also could be a factor or a form of grief. Nonetheless, grieving is a positive step, because you are being open to your feelings. The repercussions of shunning these emotions away in the long run usually ends with them exploding massively. Don't run from or block out your emotions. Find a way that you are comfortable with and that is suitable to your situation to confront it head on.

There may be examples that you may not deem worthy enough to feel sad over, however these things are very worthy of your emotions. You have the right to feel sad. It's important that you go through these emotions in order to get yourself in a better mental state towards acceptance. I really don't know why those with chronic illness, especially young teens and adults, are never told to prepare for the grief they may face. A brief warning on the subject may be what stops the cycle of despair and questioning for such a long time. It is something that is faced by everyone who deals with their individual illnesses and I am positive doctors are very aware of this. I do hope that over time, this changes and young people are prepared for and warned about the adversity they will possibly face.

Another process of grief is bargaining or wishful thinking. For example, praying for an easier life or for life to not be as bad as it seems. As well as feeling like you are being punished in the form of health problems. Not everybody is religious or spiritual and feels it is necessary to have relationship with God or a higher power. However for some, they really appreciate, find comfort and seek this within their everyday lives but at testing times especially. I'm not here to preach my own religious views, as I believe it's a personal choice as to what someone believes in. I wouldn't judge individuals in their reasoning for what they believe. However, I do believe I will find the strength to endure a hard life with illness, whether people think that comes from a higher power or within themselves is up to them to decide.

Even though those with chronic illness tend to live fairly isolated lives already, many of us end up isolating ourselves even further in order to deal with the grief. We can segregate ourselves in order to deal with what is on our minds in private, as well as our everyday pain. However, sometimes it helps as a form of release to share your feelings with someone you can trust. It may not occur to the person you are closest too that you may be facing this hurdle. They may not think this actually happens during illness. After taking a few years to actually accept that I was indeed grieving a loss of my life but especially my teenage years, I used this term to my Mum and she was instantly very supportive that in fact, this was true to my situation. Sometimes, I like to speak of what I am going through with someone close and some days I find it easier to process by myself. There is always someone to speak to in a difficult situation, even if it feels incredibly daunting. Speaking to those who you trust might be an outlet in releasing some of what you are facing or even speaking to a grief counsellor.

I'm not quite sure whether healing is a certainty in grief. When I suffered a personal loss of a really close family member a couple of years ago, I always tried to comfort myself and my family with the fact that you never get used to the fact they are gone or that you'll never see or speak to them again. That factor doesn't become easier to accept. However, you just learn to adapt to a new way of life without them. I believe this is true within chronic illness too, I can only hope that eventually we will all adapt and work through our grief of the loss of our previous lives. We will never be cured of grief, it is simply seeking happiness in ways that are suitable to our mind sets at present.

Through out my life, I'm pretty sure I've never never completely healed from what I have lost. However, it's not all negative. I am grateful for the emotions I have been through because I now have great empathy on a scale that probably wouldn't have hit me till a later point in my life. Although it was never easy, I'm grateful to have been through such testing times as these kind of hurdles put me in touch with very difficult emotions from a young age. I know that my illness has allowed me to relate and be courteous towards others of any age who may be struggling, for the rest of my existence. I'm sure many with chronic illness feel this way too. It's a strange limbo, weirdly all that causes the intense feeling of grief is actually teaching you one of the biggest learning curves mentally, in your life. You become stronger and wiser in the long run. A case of the good with the bad, if you can really look for the positive in the situation.

Moving on with life after grief is a difficult obstacle within illness. You can't physically change the way in which your health or illness declines, this is obviously something that we learn to accept will usually be at its own peril. This affects your day to day chance of "living" so engaging or creating an active lifestyle or social life to divert your mind is always going to be a more challenging step. Find the things that make you happy and that you feel are manageable within your circumstances. Aimlessly spending your day in bed when all you want to be doing is working hard,mixing socially and living is a hard cross to bear. You lack structure and routine in chronic illness however when you go through typical grief in life, keeping your normality is something that is pressured to be vital. Illness is very unpredictable and most of us are housebound, no two days are the same but one thing that is certain is pain. It's hard to find your new outlet of structure. There doesn't seem as many outlets to distract and divert your attention in illness, going out becomes increasingly difficult so you feel at a loss. A focus is good, even if you can't leave the house try to think of something you may find enjoyment in.

I think goal setting is something that is helpful in grief. Clinging on to hope of unattainable dreams, although at the start is something I may have attained to get back too, I no longer found suitable once I was confirmed disabled and chronically ill. I felt like it was holding me back more because I was pondering over what could be. I even found this dragged down my mental state. It is really sad to leave behind goals and dreams but I instead now want to focus on building adapted dreams or small goals. I am determined to find a new calling in life so to speak. As difficult as it may seem, try to find a new goal you can work towards with your disability, that is still in your heart but seems more achievable. Its always good to have a goal in life to work towards, the key in disability is making sure it's attainable and not impossible for your strengths and weaknesses.

You have your own individual battle with acceptance, adjustment and grief. You can feel these emotions for as long as you wish if that's what helps you overcome and accept your current position with chronic illness. It will always be highly valid in your journey, because it is an intensity of emotions and frustration from a significant loss in your life. I still deal with my grief. It's something I have accepted that will be a figure that swoops in often and when it pleases. It usually comes and goes during darker periods with my illness. I'm no longer frightened of this feeling as I know I'm entitled to feel this way. I know that the reasons I have these overwhelming surges are stemmed from illness and I deal with them as and when they arrive. Something that really helped me was knowing that the majority of others with chronic illness felt like this too, however that is only something I learnt along the way.

I thought that writing this post would make me incredibly sad and tearful, however it is something I've dealt with for such a long time that I feel more accepting to its presence. I know I will always mourn for what could've been in life, however I also look forward to what I can make for my future and my happiness. There will always be down days and I am aware of that.

For a person to find themselves in this kind of situation is not easy .Even if you feel like the grief cycle isn't completely ending, you may notice that over time you can go for longer periods without these consuming feelings. Like I've said in my "finding a balance" post, it is also important to deal with what is happening right now rather than looking too far ahead. Only those who have been through chronic illness will understand the grieving process we go through to mourn what our lives once were. Grief is a normal and an important process of living, especially when it comes to dealing with chronic illness. Without grieving for your old life or the life you craved, you won't accept your new reality and move forward positively and in a stronger mental state to deal with the future hurdles of illness. Finding a new happiness with your adapted life and a fresh outlook, as difficult as it may seem is the only option to progress in acceptance of your new way of living.