Last year, at the end of Summer, we moved into this house that has a lovely little garden. It was the first time in years that I have had a private garden to explore and relax in - quite a treat when you're housebound and severely ill!
Last year we didn't do much in the garden, the family focused their time and energy on the inside of the house and I focused on recovering from the move and the disability assessment that came soon after it. This year was different - we have really enjoyed the garden this Summer!
Look at that beautiful Lily! Everyday there seems to be something new in the garden. It's constantly changing. I try to take a walk through the house daily, so I can look out the windows and see the different parts of our garden, it doesn't always happen, but it's a goal. And I've been careful to stay out of direct sunlight, shading my eyes better this week, after my sun-induced crash recently.
I've spent much of this week in the dark after some unforseen circumstances at the end of last week caused a flare. Ma brought some beautiful flowers in while I was not doing so well. Having fresh flowers from our own garden in my room is such a treat, especially when I can't get out of the house regularly. I did however finally get out into the garden later in the week. So much colour, such a joy!
Ironically my life was super busy and active during the weeks and months before the onset of what lead to my Chronic Fatigue Syndrome diagnosis. There seems to be the general belief that we are tired or lazy or that we have some sort of unhealthy aversion or fear of exercise, but nothing could be further from the truth!
As we move towards ME Awareness Month (May), I wanted to share some of my health and fitness memories from the week before I fell ill. I hope that this will help to dispell the idea that we are lazy and afraid of exercise and help people understand that the opposite is actually true. Now I know that healthy eating and exercise simply doesn't cure everything.
I'd like to speak about my own mental health. I feel like some people misunderstand my condition, so I wanted to address the matter directly. Yes, I have a severely debilitating illness. Yes, I practically live in bed. No, I cannot go out and I cannot have visitors coming over without paying for it, but I am okay. Seriously.
This summer was a season of great change for our family. After little more than a year in our flat, my dad had found us a lovely big house with a garden and we were packing again. Moving house can be quite stressful for the healthiest of people, so it can really be a nightmare for somebody with a severe chronic illness like ME.
We actually loved our flat, it was enough for my sister and I, it ticked most of the boxes when we were house hunting a year ago, but there wasn't room for the parents when they came over, and it was starting to get crowded.