The art of forgiveness

I do not forgive easily

I ache from deep inside myself

Gutteral acid seeping from my stomach and chest

Forcing hard breath from my soul

As if my heart had been torn from its strings
And held there in a cold steel cage, beating only because it has no other choice

I breath

Flinching as punched hard in the gut

The pain.  The betrayal.  The harm and broken shattered soul tears.

Blood still pumps, hard, red, relentless.

Sweet dark numbness; too far from reach to even rest a moments thought on

But that moment’s crescendo explodes into deafening squeals of anguish erupting from every crevice of my being

my well of love overflowing into a waterfall of sadness and river of crystal clear emotions ebbing into the universe

Dispersing into everything 

The monotony

Routine

Laughter

Fear

Guilt 

Anger

Then love, pure love

And sleep

Seconds, hours, days and then years

My mind wandering with the twists and turns of the present 

Thrive in the present

And when that time comes

I forgive you

Peace 

Clarity

Purity 

Life
By Lis December 2015 

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This week I’m mostly being a ‘normal’ person…

…. Whatever that is?! It’s certainly using up my valuable spoonage.

  
I just realised I can blog on my phone; I know, get with the 21st century.

I’m procrastinating because I’m literally the best at it.

Today I went to my new job

I’m thrilled to have found a new job, the people seem so lovely and the job itself totally doable.  It’s mainly coordinating home carers from a desk base, it’s very straightforward and not as pressurised as my previous stressful, traveling all over the county management role.  That role I’m sure contributed to two serious relapses, seeing me bed bound.  

Tomorrow I get to get up early YEY!

 
Did someone say 6am?

Ok I’m not a morning person, in fact I don’t know anyone with Fibro or chronic fatigue that is.  Tomorrow I get to meet some lovely customers so they can put a face (mine) to a name (mine) very early in the morning.

I don’t mind.  I think I told my boss the last time I got up that early was at Christmas.

How to declare conditions to new employers, it’s tough right?

I’m yet to declare officially my conditions, I’m doing this tomorrow.  It’s such a hard decision to make, because I desperately want to prove to them how dedicated I am, and that I can, despite my illness be a valuable asset to their team.  I also fear judgement, knowing that I’m in probation and they could just let me go… Out into the realms of unemployment, something I do not want at all.  I do not think they will do this.  Not without being given a chance anyway.  

It’s going to be challenging, but my life is challenging no matter what I do.  Once the pros and cons were weighed I knew I had to remain employed.

I don’t know how I’ll cope.  I’m sure I’ll go back to the days of, work, sleep, work, sleep, work… Whilst my body adjusts to its new demands.  I know it will be painful.  I know my Craig will have to make me more teas and get up earlier to help me bath and stuff.  I’m going to need to take more painkillers.  I know at least one and a half of my 2 days off will be slept away.

I’m gonna need ALL of my spoons.

  

So why do I bother?

Because of my self worth

My drive to feel useful and needed

My passion to embrace my own independence 

I get out of ‘these 4 walls’

I make new friends 

I learn new skills, so I feel like at least part of my brain is not willowing away in a foggy mess

I will have to drag myself kicking and screaming out of my bed in the morning, yes the AM! 

I will embrace days, whole days

I’ll feel like I’m living again

I will pay my bills, and not rely on welfare and be at the beck and call of our awful government.

I will not be wasting away, I might even get stronger physically.

Wish me luck (particularly for the early start!)

Oh…. We also move home this week.  Nothing like doing nothing for months and then all of a sudden changing your whole life in one week! 

  
Next week we are on holiday, so I’ll take some beautiful mountain pictures and we can all breath a sigh of relief and relax again!

Big hugs to you all, stay strong xx


My Illness is NOT a Secret. But why should I explain it to you?

invisible me

This is a photo of me… photo-shopped to make me grey and invisible, as that is how I am feeling right at this moment.  My illness is invisible, however I am not, and this seemingly gives people the right to ridicule me in public, it’s not fair and I want it to end.  Not just for me but everyone who goes through embarrassment like I did today.

I will not use my walking stick just because it provokes your compassion, I will not do anything to the detriment of my own independence, just so you can see my illness and not take the piss out of me.

You wanna know what happened?

OK.

Today, no less than 3 hours ago, I was in the Ramsgate Waitrose store very close to my home (that I traveled to, 1 stop by bus), getting a few bits for dinner this week.  I was having a particularly good day, and went without my walking stick, I knew I would be able to hold onto a trolley in the store, and this is always more helpful than the stick is anyway!  I felt good to get out of the house and mingle in the community a little bit.  I start work again soon, and I’m trying to build my tolerance/strength up.

I haven’t been able to carry a shopping basket for several years due to serious pain building up quickly in my arms.  They are not an option for me so I chose a shallow trolley.

I went to the meat aisle and placed four items into the trolley and went to the checkout, there was a small queue.  I felt ok, calm and relaxed, when the man in front turned, chuckling to himself and said “That’s a bit lazy isn’t it?”.

I looked at him, smiling, bemused…

He went on “Bit lazy isn’t it, all that trolley for those few things?!!”.

I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.  He didn’t say a word more as he turned and tended to the 3 items he had carried to the checkout.

Normally I would gob off.  Do the… “Actually I have a disability, I can’t hold baskets, it hurts me, holding onto the trolley helps me walk”…. But I didn’t say this, I stood in silence.

Those few chuckled words had reduced me.

Made me feel inadequate.  That man shat all over my good day.

See it was only a few words that normally I could laugh off, explain, educate the misinformed gentleman about my plight and that of thousands others like me.

But in that moment, I was broken, reduced to silence.

I came home and cried.

See my illness really is invisible whilst you can see me.  You see me, Lis, the lady in her mid 30’s, who looks younger, wears eyeliner and modern clothing.  She’s standing in the line, getting shopping for her boyfriend because hes been hard at work and taking care of her for months with little thanks and she wanted to do something nice for him on this sunny Monday afternoon.  He came home to her anger and tears.

Please think next time you see a lazy person, like…

A teen boy in the disabled seat on the bus

A man who gets a taxi just 5 minutes walk down the road

A woman with 2 items in her trolley…

Maybe next time you see a ‘lazy’ person… keep your thoughts invisible too.  Chronic illness, learning disabilities, mental illnesses are very visible when you live with them.

Love Lis x