Little Things

Day to day, it’s the little things that bother me the most about my life with chronic illness.

Don’t get me wrong, the big things hurt too; not being able to have kids, not being able to drive, not being able to eat proper food. Those definitely hurt.

But I tend to pack the big things away into a box, squash the lid down as best I can, and tuck it away in a corner of my heart. They hurt too much to let them just roam free. Continue reading “Little Things”

I went op shopping and came home with crabs…

My baby sister, J, turned 16 this year.
Seriously, where did that time go?

One of the things I hate most about my illness is the way it steals not just from me, but from my friends and family too. Time we should have spent together, experiences we should have had, memories we should have made… chronic illness takes a lot of those away. Continue reading “I went op shopping and came home with crabs…”