Only a life lived for others is worth living – Albert Einstein In our own struggles we can sometimes forget others. It’s a human thing. But to remember others while we are in the midst of storms, makes life worth living. Sometimes we might think we have nothing to give, but that’s not
Connecting with people and noticing beautiful things really helps one to establish a feeling of well being.
I'd been crying out in pain to Him that very night, 'Are you hearing me?,' when elsewhere, unknown to me an extraordinary thing happened. God brought my grandmum back from the grave to take care of me, to continue to help me to live. (Even if you do not share my
Hello my lovelies, I just wanted to say a big THANK YOU for all your positive feedback and likes on The Invisible F. I've received many private messages from people who suffer from fibromyalgia, anxiety, depression and other chronic illnesses who say it helps to know they're not alone. Sharing does help. It
“Be careful who you tell” some friends say, referring to my openness about living with clinical depression and anxiety, and sometimes fibromyalgia. I don’t give them wrong for the caution. I often think I am too open, and too trusting of this human race. But mostly, I am not sorry for my
I’d been to cinema three times to see Hollywood’s production of Les Miserables, Victor Hugo’s tale of several interconnecting lives, including an ex-convict’s search for redemption and a generation’s pursuit of happier times amid political turmoil. It inspires me every time. I’ve heard complaints of how melancholy the story is.
I’d been lying there drifting in and out of consciousness at the intensive care unit in hospital. I was numb and vacant as ever with no motivation, strength or will to do anything except be still. No I don’t want to chew, swallow, drink, breathe in for you... no motivation or will
I have my bad pain days/phases with fibromyalgia. But come to think of it, those are becoming less and less. Or at least it feels like that. I can attribute this to many things which I’ve written about previously: Medicine (namely Pregabalin), healthy eating, and working which forces me to keep
Once upon a time, there lived a girl called Zyleema the dreamer. Zyleema the dreamer she was called, because her dreams could turn the dark into light, and wrongs into right. Zyleema the dreamer had the power that she had, because she could always find the good in the bad. This wasn’t always
Faith consists of believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe - Voltaire This week I’ve been ruminating about how we must carry on. But really, do more than carry on. We must push ahead, fire on our heels and leave our detractors in awe. I know it’s easy