I've long had health issues, I've touched on the some of it in previous posts (such as this one about my mental health issues). In my early 20s after getting myself back on my feet after some abusive relationships, I started to get myself back on track. I had started Open University studying Criminology and Social Policy, I was able to volunteer with my local Wildlife Trust, both as a youth range and with school visits.
Then I caught swine flu. I thought the worst part would be the fact I was unable to go to Malta, after being grounded by my doctor, little did I know that I would still be suffering almost 8 years later.
I remember making it to my parents and not leaving the sofa, the energy zapped from my body, while it hurt all over. I thought that would end, but it didn't. The pain never left and my fatigue got no better, in some ways, of course, I was better, my nose no longer ran, but on the whole, my body never recovered from that episode.
It took a long time to get any diagnosis, at first the doctor thought I was just suffering from post viral fatigue, which can last for a long time after a bad viral episode. However, as time went on it was obvious I wasn't going to recover and I was sent to a specialist. It was decided after looking over my history I had probably suffered with ME since my early teens, after a prior bad flu episode and the latest one had kicked off Fibromyalgia as well.
Until that point I had been hanging onto a small thread, that there would be a cure, I would get better and everything would be as it once was. In that moment though my world shattered. It would never be better. I let my mental health get worse, I gave up on life.
It came to a head a few months later, I needed to get myself a bit better, I needed to do something. My old past times were ruled out, it hurt to hold a pen for long so I could no longer write to pen friends, and shaking hands meant I couldn't do jewellery making. So in December 2010, I started a blog, this blog. I wrote about rubbish, some silly throw away moment that happened in the day, but had made me smile.
From there it evolved, my brain while suffering from fibro fog often, was kicked into working a little more. Idea's formed, I made friends, I had a purpose again. Blogging had saved me.
However, I would never have thought how far my blog would take me, how now in 2017, it is my full-time job, I am earning enough to live on from it.
You see I thought perhaps I would never work again, not only did my mental health suffer when I worked (I got obsessed with working, threw everything into it until I broke), my fatigue means I never know how I will be from day to day. I thought I would never be a contributing member of society again, paying my own way. However, here I am.
I guess what I am trying to say, is sometimes taking that leap and doing something, may just open doors you never knew existed before, so go on, give it a try. You might find that small step, leads to a big change.
Has blogging changed your life in any way, or have you taken a step and found it offered something amazing?