If you’re sticking around after Blue Sunday (and there’s no obligation to; some people just pop back each year solely for the event) then what you’ll find here is:
- Me in varying states of dishevelment, often unwashed and in dirty pyjamas
- Guinea pigs
- My view as I recline is various different places in the house, or my parents’ house
- Blasts of fresh air on the front step or here in the garden, depending on how much my legs are willing to cooperate
- My collection of pyjamas and mugs and slippers and socks
- The odd adventure into The Big Wide World
- Nothing more than me sharing my own, personal experience of post-viral, long-term illness. There’ll be no sponsored content, or adverts, or suchlike.
My life is good but often hard, and small, and different, and probably seems a bit strange if the way I have to live is not the way you have to live.
I am now years into a place of feeling grateful for the progress I have seen, but still grieving all I’ve lost and all that could have been. Back in 2010, I got dumped straight in to life with M.E. at the severe end of the spectrum. Chance and luck and privilege saw me leave that level of severity (by 2015?), only to return a few years ago (2020).
Again, I’ve moved out into the dizzying heights of moderate M.E. and am just here trying to create and mould something of a good life out of the ashes of my old one and the one I thought I’d have.
Sharing here alleviates some of the isolation and loneliness that tends to come hand-in-hand with illnesses that leave you often too unwell for in-person social interaction. It has connected me with people who ‘get it’ and who understand the behind the scenes of the snippets I share.
This has become my safe space, and I hope it can become one for you too.
Anna x
'M.E. myself and I' by Anna Redshaw 