Multiple Sclerosis – evie writes

Twenty-nine

On the eve of my 29th birthday I find myself alone and feeling reflective. At what age do birthdays begin to elicit such a response, I wonder? Certainly in my early twenties getting older was merely an excuse to celebrate. Now though, at the ripe old age of not-even-thirty-yet, at 17.58 on a Wednesday evening,Continue reading “Twenty-nine”

Twelve (Non-physical) Ideas For Mental Wellbeing

I’ve seen a lot of advice on how to look after your mental health as we continue to live through this pesky pandemic, advice that more often than not leans heavily on the benefits of physical activity, exercise, movement, and spending time outdoors. What I have as yet failed to see acknowledged (quelle surprise) isContinue reading “Twelve (Non-physical) Ideas For Mental Wellbeing”

The Hole In The Wall

I feel like I’m losing so much of myself. Like I’m slowly being chipped away from the inside out, until one day I won’t even be me. There won’t be any of me. I can feel Isaac’s presence as he watches me from the doorway, hear the floorboards creak as his weight shifts gently fromContinue reading “The Hole In The Wall”

Do I Really Need Accessible?

“Am I overreacting?” I ask, as I find myself questioning the suitability of the duplex style honeymoon suite at a potential wedding venue. I can still walk up and down stairs. There’s a good chance I’ll still be able to walk up and down stairs in 18 months’ time. Is my unease at the prospectContinue reading “Do I Really Need Accessible?”

Am I Welcome Here?

As lockdown began to lift we saw measures being implemented to ensure physical distancing rules could be adhered to with more ease – such measures have all too frequently involved the commandeering of disabled parking spaces and accessible entrances. One way systems have rendered access either impossible or incredibly difficult for those of us withContinue reading “Am I Welcome Here?”

A Utopian Ideal

Someone once told me of their sadness at the fact they now had to take a shopping list to the supermarket, otherwise they were guaranteed to forget something. I’ll be blunt; I didn’t know how to respond. My heart was filled with sorrow for this person, not because of their list requirement, but because ofContinue reading “A Utopian Ideal”