To those who doubt chronic illness...please have more compassion

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When I am having a particularly difficult time with chronic illness, all of my concerns and worries in being chronically ill with an incurable condition seem to escalate. My mind begins to doubt any positivity I may have been trying to build upon daily and I am left with the turmoil of adjustment. Sometimes, I feel so low with the continuous, daily fight against pain that I feel like my heart is breaking over the outcome. I worry, I stress and I feel sad that life is particularly bleak at present. I feel low over never receiving any respite and quite frankly, I feel sick of being sick. I believe that this is a common setback in many who live with chronic illness. Knowing full well that life currently with these conditions, isn't really any kind of normal no matter the progressive, positive strides you try to implement.

I don't know about those of you reading this, however having received many different chronic illness diagnosis has made me incredibly compassionate for those who I am aware may be facing a tough lifestyle. Especially when those people are incredibly young. Maybe it is only because I have been in this position for a long period of time, but even then, I still think it is a morally correct attitude. Nobody deserves to be ill, yet it is a terrible shame to have a chronic, disabling illness when typically, your adult life should just be starting. You should not have to face such complex problems so young but you try your best to accept your fate as well as you can. Nobody should have to live in so much pain, that the majority of their week is spent in bed. It makes me more upset to think of others in that situation than it does for myself to often be in it.

Something my Mum has always taught me is that you will never be able to change another person's opinion, yet isn't that one of the concepts of learning in life?  I see this partly as frustration and partly as a challenge I want to tackle. Being chronically ill at a young age, opinions have become that of normal over the years. Some I listen and try to take on others, I just struggle to be on the receiving end of. I want to know why someone is so set in their ways when it comes to views on a specific incurable disability or illness when actually, they have never lived a day of it. My illness might be relatively unknown, but it is still having a drastic affect on my ability to live my life. I ponder over those in less fortunate circumstances with no support at all. It's a case of often wishing you didn't actually have an invisible illness and finding a forceful necessity to prove yourself. How can some people be so heartless, cold and unsupportive? I am lucky that for the most part, I have constant support from my parents. Yet when I cross paths with those who disregard my lifestyle or consistent pain, I can not comprehend how they could be so dismissive. Is it just because I don't have a high profile disease or short life expectancy? Does that make my chronic illness and pain any less?

During my time with my deteriorating illness, I have unfortunately been thrown opinions from those who think they know all the correct answers in life. The 'tough love' approach. I've been told how I should deal with my illnesses, how others would deal with it completely differently, been challenged on my pain, symptoms and limits, told to cheer up and that I am actually in a very fortunate position in terms of health. For the most part, when it comes to these kinds of people, we would have better luck drawing blood from a stone when it comes to them grasping any sort of understanding on our daily lives with incurable, multi systemic illnesses. How we are pretty helpless at the hands of something that has a grip on our bodies, trying our hardest to find the positive every step of the way, yet they probably would not believe that is true. It's easy to say, try and focus less on those kind of opinions and people, which often is the better and less emotionally painful solution. However, sometimes it is not so easy to escape.

Often, these people and opinions turn out to be closer to home for some in similar circumstances. Some people in this world will always have purely selfish mindsets and points of views. Yet how would they realistically fathom a lifestyle as such? Would they crumble in the circumstances of disability and ill health at a young age? Would they wish they had more support and helpful, yet positive comments to be on the receiving end of? The projected, outspoken high and mighty attitude is purely prejudice to those living with incurable, chronic illnesses and not in any way supportive or positive. It just makes us feel awful over limits we did not ask for, nor have control over.

My advice to those who have entitlement opinions on young people with incurable, disabling chronic illness. Put yourself in someone else's shoes and if your opinion is harsh and critical, evaluate if it is necessary to project. Just because you cant see the pain overtaking the body, does not mean is does not exist. Those in pain are not moping, they are suffering. They are not choosing to be unable to leave the house, they can't physically cope with or get their pain under control in order to leave the house as much as they wish too. They are not lazy by having to stay in bed, they are chronically ill with more pain in their little finger than you've possibly had all week. They are not miserable, they are probably feeling isolated, alone and depressed at the current state they call a life. Unfortunately, chronic illnesses are no where near to being a cold or the flu where life seemingly carries on. Some illnesses have symptoms that many people in this world, will not receive or deal with in a lifetime. Chronic, long term illness can sadly lead to a disability and housebound existence at many intervals for long periods of time. Chronic illnesses can require aids, countless medications, carers. It can hurt deeply to have those you regard as close to you doubt your pain, lifestyle or abilities. To feel judged and like you need to prove yourself and your chronic illnesses. To feel like you need to possibly break in front of them for them to realise how tough it is.

Be conscious around those who are chronically ill, they are probably not in a good place whilst staring in the face of abnormal adversity. With forms of health changing unexpectedly on an everyday or hourly pattern. Find it within yourself to support them on their bad days more than their good. I can tell you for a fact, that receiving support on the bad days, which are 90% more frequent in a month is of more worth to us than on the good days. Don't kick them when they are already down and struggling with adjustment to a new reality, one incredibly parallel to that of a healthy young adult. Any regular abilities of a young adult have probably gone out of the window and they are trying their hardest to adapt and accept whilst watching everyone else of similar age, live. Probably one of the hardest parts of having an illness.

What I was trying to get across that actually, when you smile or laugh, your pain is very much present. When you stand before someone, your pain is very much present. Pain is never not present and on a scale, it is probably never lower than a 6 on a 'good day'. It's not as simple as being told to get out more for your well being and to make the most of life by doing more. Being able to go out is not a task of ease, it is not something we can do second nature otherwise, well we would be working, attending university and socialising like the average young adult. Usually, our pain is so bad that all we can actually do is lie down and sleep. It's not that we do not want to, its that we physically can not shake the pain off the majority of the time. When we do, brilliant, however we are not pain free and that is important to realise. We do not dip in and out of pain, our unpredictable, quite frankly incomprehensible symptoms do not leave our side for any upcoming event. Life would still be working like clockwork if that was the case and we would not have the title of 'chronic'.Everyday is a challenge and we deal with it as it happens, as best we can. We do not have the beauty and joy in life to be completely spontaneous, to set time limits and to do as we please because pain, head to toe is a part of our package.

It can be difficult, yet try to remember that it is very easy for outsiders to make assumptions on your current lifestyle. However, there are always people who will understand. If you are new to this chronically ill lifestyle or have no support from others, let me assure you, you are not alone in your fight. There are many other young people who are just like you who have been through it and will be willing to support you. Weirdly, we were possibly once all in relatively good health, taking it for granted, not knowing what exactly was around the corner. It is a reminder that the less supportive people still have a lot to get through in life and may understand one day what it is like to need and provide compassion to those in need.

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.

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. 

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.

Don't give up hope....we will find a balance eventually.

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The post below is something quite different for my blog. I wrote this post in the depths of a very low mood one evening in hopes that it could give an insight into those really bad moments that can come when chronic illness or pain gets the better of our mental state, convincing us of only the negatives within our situations. On analysis writing this intro almost ten days later, the mood didn't stay with me as long as it would have in the past (which would have been weeks), which can only be a positive progression in my life.

Whilst I have been taken into consideration methods to try to adapt my thinking patterns into a more positive nature, we are all human and we all have those days where we feel down and sad for no apparent reason. We digest these moments in our own ways, sometimes its easy and sometimes its difficult. Right now, I am processing one of those more difficult moments. The pain from my illness, the drastic feeling of loss in my life, the lack of ability to discover who I am separate from my illness as a valid person seem to be the main driving forces behind these moments, at present.

As I have said before, these occasions used to be very frequent in my day to day life. I would break down a large amount of times during one day, my panic attacks were rotten to the core and I was experiencing them every 20 minutes on my lowest days. Although they still simmer daily, they are now thankfully not as bully like in their nature. I try to not let them drag me in like they once did, however sometimes there is no stopping that process. It's not something to be ashamed of, it can be frightening, lonely and intimidating, but the moment will always pass no matter how bad it may feel. It may feel like you will never get through those attacks, but you always find the strength inside to do so.

However, as I type this post, it's just one of those days. We all have them, we all have to go through them as tricky as they seem. Even though I will most probably post this at a later date (right now it is 23:20, Thursday December 18th 2014), I thought this would be a great chance to just write down exactly how I am feeling in this moment because of my illness and life in general. I'm hoping because this is in the heat of the moment, I may capture just how raw the heights of emotions can begin to stem from, sickness, pain, illness and isolation from the perspective of someone with a long term chronic illness and disability from childhood.

Today has been a strange day, fatigue has been a struggle for the last couple of weeks. I seem to be waking up tired and in discomfort, which is therefore making me sleep until the early afternoon. When I awake and finally get myself together, it is basically night time again. The nerve pain in my back has been quite uncomfortable with movement. My finger, knee, hip, ankle and shoulder dislocations and subluxations have been rapid and like usual my internal pain has been severe. The smallest tasks are proving more difficult than usual and I have a heavy amount of life reflect with times like this. I hate that chronic illness can rob you of a life you planned or dreamed and the ability to be able to function like a normal human being. It's more difficult accepting this because I am only 20 and have lived this way for longer than I envisioned.

Although I haven't shed a tear, I am just processing, keeping myself to myself locked away in my bedroom. I become very withdrawn in these moments and avoid everyone physically and in any ways of communication through my phone as the day has gone on. I hate to be pitied or babied and I get very angry at myself now when I bundle so many things on top of each other and let them all get to me at once. I know I shouldn't be angry at myself, we are all eligible of these moments however we are our biggest critique at the worst of times. I'm trying to figure out what exactly is stemming this low mood, it's possibly a bad mixture of all of the above. I seem to be at a loss with the thing I have become quite good at, analysing and breaking down the situation. Even though I have broken the factors down above, I still cant put my finger on exactly what is making me feel this empty.

I remember when I spent some time on a pain management programme, they said that my way of handling my emotions in the height of a teary stage or panic attack wasn't always correct. I tend to lead more to a distraction when I feel really low. I listen to my iPod mainly as a way to visually conjurer up something more pleasant in that moment to focus on, yet the feelings or thoughts will then always return soon after, often surging more abruptly than before. I thought that the best solution was to attempt to get as far away from my thoughts as possible and that the advice they were implying was incorrect for my situation. I felt like I was dealing with it best by 'escaping and replacing' my low mood. Two years on I think right now it has just clicked what they were trying to get me to understand back then. The more you push the thoughts away from you, the bigger it builds until it implodes.

Tons of questions can fill your brain at these low moments. My own tend to be;

 Am I happy that this is my situation? No. Am I frightened that this will be what life is like forever? Yes. Am I worried I will not be able to achieve my goals in life? Yes. Do I acknowledge there are many other people in this world in worse situations? Yes. Do I feel stuck? Yes. How do I change these feelings? I really don't know. How will I progress? I don't know.  

I can see clearly now, that what I am doing in this very moment counts as a distraction, yet it's a positive distraction because I am in fact dealing with the issue and processing the thoughts that are making me feel so low, in order to leave them behind and not bring them into tomorrow. I am focusing my energy into tackling the problem head on, rather than pushing it aside and letting it arise again in a few hours. In the past, how stuck I am feeling in my life would've been on my mind for weeks on end. It was so miserable to carry around. I definitely think of the same thought often, however I am quick to remind myself that there is nothing I can do about it right now and to just try and focus on today once I have broken these thoughts down in a rational manner.

There are so many attributes in being chronically ill that scare me in life, there are so many unanswered questions, so many worries, so little quality of life, yet the more I think of the bad points, the harder it feels to cope. This always makes the process seem incredibly over whelming at times. Sometimes it's easier to not over think life and just take each day as it comes. Sometimes I feel so sad that my life is like this at such a young age, that illness robbed me of all of my teenage years, but then I remind myself that there is a flip side to this. I still am so young, young enough to achieve, young enough for there to be a hope for life to change and young enough to find myself a balance. It's often difficult when life and countless days or months pass you by in illness, but hopefully our time will come. I hope that in my moments of despair, this sentence can strike a chord with me and remind me that life still is possible, I just have to build the blocks very slowly to find my way.

Since I have come back to edit this post, many more of these moments have occurred, the panic attacks have been in full swing, the despair has been a permanent figure in my everyday life but like always, somehow when the odds feel against you, you manage to pull through. I decided on uploading this whilst in a down phase because I needed the reminder of where I need to be heading in life. Trying my best to remain, optimistic. Not necessarily forcing myself to be positive over my situation, but optimistic that I can still achieve goals, find happiness and find a quality of life I no longer feel depressed over. A steady balance I feel my pain can work with. At the moment any sort of a life is non existent, which is something no doctor, illness or fortune teller can prepare you for. Depression is a common illness when you are chronically ill, nobody wants to live a life in daily pain, it just so happens that we don't have a choice in the pain aspect so our mood is often sacrificed.

I hope that although I am not on the path I intended to be at this age, nor where I want to be right now that eventually, I will find my way onto a path that I will be happy with, grateful and thankful for. Most importantly, when I eventually look back on life in a few years, I hope I will understand why things turned out they way they did. Furthermore, because of the way I have been affected in my daily life and well being since I was a young child because of poor health, the more determined it makes me to want to raise awareness for Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome and get these illnesses out to the public for awareness in hopes of bettering all of our lives, medical care plans, knowledge on these illnesses and making us less invisible for our futures.

Granted it's not where I want to be in life right now, its possibly not where many of you want to be in your lives either. Life isn't always fair or smooth sailing for any of us. I'd like to be optimistic and hopeful that I am in this situation for a reason, that reason may well be that my health issues allow me to have this blog and give me an opportunity to interact with others in similar situations who can help and support me in bigger ways than expected.

I think we all sometimes wish we could run from our illness and problems when everything builds up. A place where chronic illness doesn't exist, but unless we have body transplants, that isn't possible. However I know we will all find our individual balance eventually. I don't just think I will find a balance, I am positive I will find one, because its the only choice I have in order to be happy in a negative situation that is chronic illness.

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

Isolation and friendships

One of my first and favourite blog posts I wrote and infact, at this moment in time, probably my second most viewed post was on the topic, "the struggle of maintaining friendships when you are chronically ill". Hopefully throughout life, ill or not, we will have friends who are there for us so this subject will always be a work in progress scenario. The balance of maintaining the friendships I already have has become easier as I've become older. However, not because of the reasons I once thought they would. I assumed when I was younger, my health would hopefully be a minor blip. I thought that medication would potentially solve some of my problems so I could become relatively active and normal again, like my peers. How wrong I was, those with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and similar multi systemic illnesses come to learn it is something you deal with heavily, everyday. Most of my day revolves around and is consumed by pain and sadly, it seems like it's been that way for most of my life.

My Grandad said to me many years ago, never expect people to feel sorry for you because you have an illness. I have never wanted people to feel sorry for me in any way shape or form, I've just always expected people to be grown up and mature enough to relate to my situation. However, the truth is how could I expect somebody to relate to this situation. I was asking people who had no cares in the world or no similar circumstances to relate to me being a young person, like them, but one who was chronically ill. Kids and teenagers only assume serious health problems come in the form of cancer or terminal illness, unless of course they live with or around people who have other illnesses. The most anyone else my age has experienced health wise is a bad cold, a spell of the flu that goes away after a week or sickness from too many drinks on a night out. They soon forget this saga ever happened and go back to their normal schedule but that doesn't happen for people who have chronic illnesses. The process doesn't stop for us and we are usually confined to our bedrooms and homes for days, weeks and months on end before we can venture out again for a day.

It is abnormal to be chronically ill at a young age and there really isn't many people out there to relate to. Young people are eager to have role models or people they can look up to, who seem similar to them. There is nobody famous who a young person can look up to and say 'well actually, they are ill like me'. There is barely anyone on TV who is young and chronically ill. It's almost like people don't believe anyone under the age of 25 could have an illness. An illness which stops then from living an everyday life, leaves them isolated and bed ridden. It is pretty apparent that this kind of subject gets swept further and further underneath the carpet. Young people with illnesses are made to feel more abnormal through lack of understanding from peers and through other aspects and outlets in life.

A doctors favourite question to ask at appointments is whether you keep in frequent contact with friends. I am always incredibly rational and respond yes, however I also explain that I understand how everyone has their own lives to get on with and that I don't want, nor do I expect their lives to revolve around me. However at times, I wonder if our limited group of friends really understood the impact they could be making on us if they decided to just check up on someone who is chronically ill. It would most probably make our day a little brighter and our isolation a little less intense. I know that if it was me, I wouldn't desert a friend who had an illness. Maybe I can say that because I have been in this position for many years and felt the impact of being drastically isolated and alone. Maybe I know that those who are chronically ill really need a friend at times because I lost so many. Just a friendly face and someone to give them abit of normality. My 2 best friends know when I need my own space to deal with my pain,they never put any pressure on me to do things or if I can't see them. They are also understanding when I have to cancel plans. When I have a rare trip out with them, they cater to day to my needs and take some of the extra pressure off by offering to do the things they know I find draining without me actually saying so. They are truly amazing and I am incredibly grateful for their patience, friendship and for sticking with me through the difficult period and transition in my life.

I have lost the majority of my friends. I can count on one hand the people who I do have as friends and they are extremely good to me in the given circumstances. I can remember having so called 'friends' who used to think I was making excuses and didn't want to spend time with them rather than believing me when I told them I was too poorly to leave the house. The often would tell me I was lying and just choosing to spend time with others instead of them. This was never the case, in fact it used to upset me so much that I isolated myself even more to please everyone as I felt like I couldn't win. 

I would obviously prefer and am incredibly grateful to be surrounded by people who have my best interest at heart and actually want to spend time with me, such as my handful of friends. It does hurt when you see big groups of friends and feel worlds apart from those people who you once knew. I do often feel sad at how lonely this illness has made me feel. Especially in parallel to other friendship groups of my age. I've never really been apart of that aspect and do wonder how it would've been. I don't feel normal, I don't feel I have much confidence around strangers and I certainly don't feel young in myself, my mind and my lifestyle. Sometimes I wonder where I would be in life if I didn't have this illness. I wonder if I'd have loads of friends or would've learned the hard way whether they were true or not. I found out from a young age who my true friends were, it was a hard process but maybe it helped me cherish the friendships I have had for nearly 10 years.

I started to realise that because this illness would be with me for the rest of my life, I had to be honest with those close to me and let them know that I couldn't do things like a normal person my age could and should be doing. If anything my health has deteriorated with age, my friendships have dwindled from handful sized groups to just a few people. But these are the people that have shown they really are true friends, have been there for me since the beginning of diagnosis, are worth the extra pain that may come from spending time with them. The one thing I am proud to have overcome is that I no longer see it as scary or daunting to spend time with them. I used to go to extreme lengths to put anyone off coming to visit me because I never thought anyone could understand how much pain I was in. I didn't want to see anyone and I didn't want anyone to see me looking so ill, I also didn't know the correct way to share my health problems with them. I didn't want to let my guard down and felt the need to protect the false state of 'normality' I had created growing up with these friends. I didn't want anyone to know how difficult things had become for me but I know now this wasn't the correct way to handle things, I only made it harder for them to understand and grasp that I was chronically ill.

Things have changed now, my friends come round and see me in all my ill glory,  in my usual uniform as we joke which is usually some comfy pyjamas and fluffy socks curled up with a blanket on the sofa in my front room. Seeing me like that now to them is normal (I hope), it also makes me feel better because it's my normal. I don't hide myself in makeup up and put on the act on like I once did. They understand my pain, the basics of my health problems, my limits and most importantly they become a great distraction for an hour or two and make a dark day of pain a bit brighter. Sometimes they ask questions about how things are going health wise, sometimes they don't. I wouldn't want to force the topic of my health on anybody but I also wouldn't want to give a false impression that things are fine and dandy. I also secretly hope I have raised some awareness of rare illness to them, in what I do choose to share.

Friends do come and go, more so when people are ill and more isolated from friendship groups. Unable to meet up often and unable to join in because of pain it can be a lonely process. However, it also does highlight the people who truly care, these are the people worth your love and friendship.

So I urge you, if you are reading this post and are not ill yourself but know of somebody who is, please make the effort to text, ring or go to see them. Don't push them away just because they don't fit the criteria of somebody else your age. Don't isolate them because they can't do the things you do. Instead go round to their house and sit and talk with them for a few hours about anything and everything. Support them if you want to or be the distraction they may be craving. More importantly, let them know you are there for them, in spirit or physically. Enjoy their company and value their friendship despite them not fitting into the normal friend category.

From hobbies to emptiness....

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When it comes to myself, I personally never had hobbies that I have been truly passionate about. I never fitted into the hobbies category, that question has always rattled my brain and made me feel like I was never quite good at anything. When someone would ask me what I like to do for fun my mind instantly goes blank because all I've ever known is pain. I've always felt very self aware of my pain from a young age. Like I mentioned previously in my you don't look sick post, I never wanted to join in with many things because my body never felt able enough. I can remember skipping in the playground and having to stop after three skips from some kind of joint popping out. I always felt too frightened to be a kid and join in with many things. I used to look around at the other kids my age and see them excel in cross country, dance, gymnastics and only dream I could be as good as them.

I did however assume my passion would come later in life through working. From 13 I had in mind a career and attended a vocational course in hairdressing from a young age when I was able to go (I was usually sent home in tears with pain but tried my hardest). My pain has never let me find out what I enjoy as a person, I've always felt in too much pain to ever want to attempt to discover exciting things to try. I have since been able to accept that hairdressing isn't in my future and I am instead interested in the music industry, media, public relations and the management side of bands or artists.

Although I never figured out my own hobbies or interests I know that this topic may be a very hard adjustment for some with a chronic illness. I have had the pleasure of talking to people of similar age and the one thing they all had in common despite their different diagnosis was that they all mentioned some type of passion towards a hobby. I really feel for those with chronic pain when I read that they go from being incredibly gifted in their sports fields, football, gymnastics, volleyball, marathon runs to having interests in drama or dance but then suddenly having to instantly stop all of these outlets of happiness. Not only is trying to accept an illness a grieving process but I can only imagine loosing these sources of happiness that have been a fixture in a persons life can be even more distressing. Especially when you see everybody else your age being able to still participate.

These hobbies seemed to be what people had been a part of since they were incredibly young and I can only think of the reason they were able to achieve these goals was from determination and the possibility of their muscles being kept strong over a large period of years before the worst or peak of their illness hit. Those without chronic pain illnesses will probably think, "well if they did it once surely they can build their bodies up to do it again". We would all like to think that but the majority will not. Instead we will find ways of adaption and hopefully find out the things we can become to enjoy whilst being in pain, but it will be incredibly difficult. The last thing you want to do in pain is make it worse and a lot of the time people are not in the mood for these activities, especially finding the energy to attempt new things they might enjoy.

I imagined all of those people may be feeling robbed of happiness. I dread to think if I actually had something I enjoyed doing and I sympathise with those going through the transition of dreaming and reaching goals to being confined to their bed, wheelchairs or more simple lives in their homes. It can't be a simple transition at all and probably raises a lot of sadness when you think of it on multiple occasions. People are often left to deal with this sadness alone because it may not seem normal to express their upset over loss of hobbies. They may be forced to find other outlets of happiness by those around them as a replacement, but can it really make up for what was lost?

I use the term hobbies loosely for this post. It also applies to anything that a chronically ill person once enjoyed, being able to meet up with friends, independence, simple tasks, working, school. In a way we can still feel robbed of happiness when something feels like it is missing from our lives. I lose count over the amount of times I have cried in a week over feeling too confined to my bedroom walls because of pain or how difficult the simple things in life have become. For example, at 20, I don't accept help well from my mum when it comes to washing my hair because I feel I should be capable of doing it myself. Being chronically ill is like a loss of control in your life. I want to be seeing the world and making memories at this age and instead I feel stuck in a body that seems to be failing me. What I would give to not be able to think twice over very simple tasks.

In some chronic illness cases especially my own Ehlers Danlos Syndrome we eventually will come to terms with knowing our bodies won't be healing, getting better or improving enough for us to live a busy life with a busy schedule. We understand that in order to not deteriorate faster we can attempt ways of keeping our muscles in check but this is usually easier said than done ( one session of physio has left me in bed for three weeks from a minimum amount of exercise). There simply is just too much pain in every part of the body to feel you could function with a high pace life.

Although there may be occasions where we want to do things, they still are incredibly difficult and leave you feeling quite miserable with the repercussions.  The smallest thing or task I manage can often feel like an even bigger setback with extra pain to deal with afterwards. Sometimes these tasks are worth it and sometimes they are not, however you figure out what is worth the pain as an individual. It's all well and good having people encourage you to do things for your own sanity, it's not pleasant to be confined to a house for weeks on end. I am all for those types of people as long as they have your best interest at heart. However, there also needs to be a point where those people can acknowledge your pain levels and how much you may be struggling and accept that you can't manage it. It's up to the chronically ill person to decide what they can and cant manage and whether or not they are able to push themselves over a new hobby or outlet of happiness.

I have decided to list three outlets of happiness/things I enjoy below and hope that you can all make a mental note of yours to make them a priority in your life whilst you have pain.

I have decided these are the most important things to spend my limited energy on. These tasks are incredibly draining and painful at times ,but I feel they give me reasons to keep strong during my illness and all the setbacks that come with it;

 

 

Family and Friends - My immediate family visit my house every Saturday and we spend the afternoon together. Visiting distant family has become more difficult for us because of my pain so we try to limit the time I would spend travelling to them with them visiting me every now and then instead. I often get to see my god daughter every Saturday too, which makes me forget my pain for a minute or two.

My best friend also pops in to see me once a week for a catch up and just to keep my spirits up.

 

Writing - This doesn't always give me instant happiness but when I get feedback from my blog it makes me overwhelmed and relieved. To know someone may be feeling the same or is in a similar situation to myself has helped me in my own journey. Writing is also playing a huge part in accepting my illness as well as forcing myself to put these things online to try and help others in the hopes they don't feel alone. 

 

Concerts - My Best Friend likes to get me out the house every now and then to go to see concerts of our favourite artists. The first concert I atended was when I was 4, it was the Spice Girls at Wembley in 1999. This was always a hobby I really enjoyed. I know that this brings my friend happiness too and I didn't want to let her down by no longer going because of pain. For the last year I  have been trying a new technique to find a balance of still being able to attend the shows I like, but with a little more comfort in my wheelchair.  

Education - I am someone who likes to feel like they are working towards a goal and achieving. In chronic illness, this is something that doesn't happen often. I am guilty of never giving myself credit for the small things I manage, because they never seem big enough to be proud over. I sat my school exams at home because I was bed ridden and it made me feel so angry that I couldn't continue education or attend college. It's only since leaving school and having much emptiness in my life to sit and reflect that I have discovered what kind of job I would like to work towards in the future. Because of illness, it's obviously hard to know whether you are able to hold down a job, however education doesn't need to be on hold even if attending university is out of the question. I enjoy studying a new field, receiving a diploma and being able to keep my mind active. It's nice to feel like you can achieve academics from bed too! I hope to gain my qualifications and eventually, a degree from home whilst housebound. 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

The chronically ill school years and lack of support....

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When you become chronically ill it makes it virtually impossible to attend school. I was going through a cycle from a very young age where I would be attending school for a few days and then I would become bed ridden and unable to attend for two weeks at a time. On many occasions, in both primary and secondary school my parents were called up for meetings as they refused to believe that a child could have so much illness and pain. Even now I think teachers assume that illness on such a scale only affects adults or the terminally ill. It is a worry to think how many people may be struggling with their schools, colleges and universities understanding and taking into consideration their health issues. I often look back on my school days and wonder how I ever managed to get through it. In fact, just last week my best friend said the same thing to me since gaining more knowledge on the depths of my illness.

 My mum always made sure that even on my days off school whilst I was in bed, I still sat and attempted little bits of school work when I could fight through the pain or fatigue. My teachers were always shocked when I would get good results in exams from a young age from just how much time I was missing. At the time I hated it but I am very grateful that my mum made me do those little bits of work as I think I would have struggled even more than I did.

Once I got to secondary school my pain began its major flare up. I don't think I ever managed to complete a school term with more than 65% of attendance. It wouldn't surprise me if I found out I had the worst of the entire year group or even the entire school. I had the dilemma of desperately wanting to achieve good results and keep up with my class yet not being able to lift my head off the pillow or feel like I could function like a normal human being. I was slowly falling behind, loosing friendship groups and declining to socialise in or outside of school because my illness was consuming me. People would always ask me where I had been or why I was always off school.

I mentioned in a post last year, (my school physical education struggle) how my sports teacher would roll her eyes and blame my weekly doctors letters as excuses of me being lazy. It is horrific to think how many other young teens or children may be experiencing this kind of attitude during their own P.E classes. I myself was freaked out by how much pain I was having week to week, there was always something new written on the list of what was wrong with me. I do understand how it could look like an excuse but this is why there needs to be awareness in schools for such complex illnesses like my own, those students are not making it up and they are trying their very best to stand in front of you despite what they are dealing with.

The attitude that the P.E department took with me was how I want no child or teen to be treated during illness. I felt like I was being made to feel like a liar every time I handed my letter over. I could tell they didn't believe me but it made their respect towards me stoop incredibly low for reasons that were out of my control. I was always shouted out and made to carry equipment and look useful because I was seen as an excuse maker. They tried to then tell me I wasn't allowed to bring anymore 'excuse' letters in or else they would send me to the head teacher. That thought at 14 scared me to death but now knowing the ins and outs of my illness and just how badly the body is affected I would happily now say "send me to the head teacher because my body wont allow this".

I remember when I was put onto a bowel medication at 14, my doctor had to send a letter in after the school declined me to use the bathroom during lessons because it would start a domino effect in the class. Another example was when my mum would have to bandage visible joints up so I could go to school and the headmistress asked me to stop because again they said a domino effect was starting. As well as this I was often turned away from the sickness bay or nurses office and told to get on with it because they could see I had "already lost so much time off school". I always thought that teachers are responsible for the welfare and best interest of their pupils. I never felt like I could cope but on the days I did manage to attend, the attempts I had tried to ease my pain were apparently wrong of me because it was setting a 'bad trend' for others. My VALID reasons were made to seem pathetic and wrong but I now realise it was the school who were in the wrong. Even with doctors letters they chose to dismiss my health issues.

I was losing so much time from school and the lack of communication between my teachers and the attendance board was shocking. Nobody in my school thought to send me work, my mum would endlessly ring and write letters the head of my year and it took 5 months to get my first piece of work sent home. No matter how much my mum badgered them they didn't accept the fact that I was still a student who wanted to do well, I was just incredibly poorly. Children are all entitled to have a good education, just because you become unwell it shouldn't slip. My parents tried to battle the school for a solution of me not being able to attend full time but still having every intention to sit my GCSE exams, no matter what the prognosis.

A few years into secondary school (around year 9) once I had a diagnosis of bleeding stomach ulcers the school decided that instead of me missing even more days we had to find a middle ground on my attendance. They decided to cut my days down to 4 hours a day instead of 6. I managed a few weeks and thought that I had finally found a good balance until I was bed ridden as per usual not long afterwards. I stayed off school for 9 full months with pain every single day before contact was made on my pending return that September. I remember the amount of panic attacks I was experiencing at this point in my life. I had the stress of missing school but all I was focused on was being diagnosed with something that was completely ruining my life. I knew I didn't have the strength to go back in September and this worried me from the schools previous lack of understandment. Once again we were called in and I think eventually they were shocked with just how ill I looked. After much debate with the head of year and district nurse it was decided that the best thing for me going ahead in hopes of sitting my exams was to be home schooled. Although something was finally in place it all seemed to late to change what I had missed. Once this was all in place it was a measly 3 months before I was about to start my GCSE's. I had been out of the education loop for what felt like 2 years. I was so ill at this point that I struggled with my tutor and was barely managing 2 hours per week with how fatigued and worn out from pain I had become. Despite the setbacks I managed to sit my exams at home but I still think more could have been done for my right to education earlier. For the short time I had my home tutor I was incredibly thankful for their support and understanding in what I could and couldn't manage. They never blamed me and always tried to help as best they could with my studies and education.

Fatigue, organ pain, joint pain, dizziness and sickness were all major factors that I struggled with during school. Had I of had my diagnosis of Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, I often wonder would they have been more considerate towards my situation but I really don't have the answer to that. I would love to be able to return to my old school when I feel brave enough and educate them on these multi systemic chronic invisible illnesses for all of those that may be struggling to voice opinions on conditions out of their control .

 Some people really enjoy the experience of school, I was never one of those people because I was constantly worried about how much pain I was in and feeling like I could just about get through the day before I crashed. Once the bell rang at 3pm I would sigh with relief that I could finally go home and go to bed yet continue to worry about how I would do it all again tomorrow. Everything about school is difficult when you are in pain, walking from building to building, stair climbing, mulitple sessions of physical education a week, factors of fatigue, homework, travelling to and from school and many more. I was already going through a diagnosis journey which was already draining for a teenager. I became so inward and depressed that I couldn't wait for my time at school to be over. It was a huge challenge and the support I was received from my school was slim to none.

There really needs to be more awareness in schools of chronic illnesses such as Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, Chronic Fatigue, M.E, POTS, Chrons, Colitis, Diabetes and others. But especially those that have no awareness. I want there to be a change in society  where people can instantly know the main aspects of these horrible conditions.

There truly may be students who are struggling to keep their head above water with a consuming illness during their time in education and they REALLY need the awareness and support of their schools.

 

What did you find hardest about school whilst you were chronically ill?

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