There is a beauty to a place that is still, where nothing else need exist. I found such place. I sat on the stones and on the grass, turned a yellowish hue by months of drought. All I could hear was the waves crashing on the cliffs. No email notifications. No phone calls. No short-form videos. Looking out across the sea on a misty day, I imagined for a moment that this was all that there is. It got me thinking about quiet and stillness in a mind that is never settled, what it

Pain. I feel it every single day. It is relentless. Never ending. I pray for a break but of course the break never comes. Chronic. Thats the word. The dictionary defines 'chronic' as 'lasting for a long time or happening over and over again.' Over and over again. Never ending. No break, no refuge. It's like a terrifying ride that I can't get off. If I jump I fall, but if I stay I plummet down the drop. The only difference is the track. It comes from the greek word 'khronos'

It’s taken me time to understand and accept myself within my disabilities. As someone diagnosed late with ADHD, dyslexia, and dyspraxia—and likely autistic without a diagnosis, along with other physical health issues—I struggled to see my disability as valid because it was hidden. Now, I live boldly as a proud queer, trans, disabled person. It’s difficult to acknowledge aspects of yourself that others overlook. Living in a body that is in pain without visible signs is exhaust

When you spend years working on the care side of healthcare, you think you have a solid grasp on what disability looks like. You understand support needs, you see the systemic gaps, and you do everything you can to bridge them. Then, almost overnight, your own nervous system decides to blow a fuse—and you find yourself sitting on the other side of the desk. Living with Functional Neurological Disorder (FND) is a sudden, terrifying shift. One day your body functions normally,

Early diagnosis of autism could have prevented me from developing an illness that almost killed me. “A gifted child, a pleasure to teach, but too quiet” – words used to describe me at every parent's evening through primary and secondary school. An intense fixation in numbers and patterns, and need for control, made me excel academically from an early age. At the same time, I remember being an extremely anxious child, having panic attacks over my primary school exams, being l

Accessibility is a massive issue and often a debate in society. The disability community is constantly advocating for more accessibility, yet it often feels like there is very little reward. Establishments are labelling themselves as accessible on their website, but are they actually accessible? Often not. There is so much that goes into accessibility that often isn’t thought about, because having complete accessibility requires thinking about lots of different disabilities w

This is a bit of a strange piece to be writing, if I'm honest, because I never intended to become a content creator. Let me start at the beginning. In 2024, I started experiencing a myriad of unusual symptoms. Like many of us, my diagnosis journey was long, frustrating and, at times, completely exhausting. I won't bore you with every appointment and referral, but after months of searching for answers, I was formally diagnosed with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (Po

It’s just a bad period, I hear. My friends say cramps are normal. We eat chocolate, fill hot water bottles, and marvel at womanhood. The boys in our class never miss a day of PE because they're scared to leak. It hurts bad, I can't focus at all. A doctor tells me it's normal, and i get put on the pill. It doesn't help; but it's normal. My body needs to get used to my menstrual cycle, it's normal. I miss school, I bleed through my clothes, it hurts. It's normal. I try othe