M.E. myself and him – Part 1

“So how does this even work?! When you’re obviously at opposite ends of the energy scale!” This stranger had just voiced the biggest fear I had when I felt ready to enter the dating scene while being invisible, chronically ill. Even after two years of marriage those words stay with me. An outsider took oneContinue reading “M.E. myself and him – Part 1”

I was you. You don’t want to be me.

I was absolutely no different from you. I was fresh out of university, working at my summer job, applying for graduate schemes and full-time work. I was the girl who could roll up an large inflatable quad bike circuit on her own, in answer to the question “Why’d you bring a girl?!?” that my dadContinue reading “I was you. You don’t want to be me.”