When I look into my side table drawer, I see everything but a twenty-six years old’s side table. Two books that I will eventually finish up reading, a medium-sized case with drugs for practically everything that I am proud to not use as often as it may suggest; a spring water spray, a pen, the last enlightening invention I recently acquired during the international fair of Paris (a TENS* device created by.. Read More
Pills won’t help you now
I should probably take my pills. I need to take whatever is going to help me not hate the world around me. It’s been few weeks after my doctor prescribed me some medication depression and I still haven’t open the bottle yet. I am waiting for the best time to start taking them and it is quite never the right time! Everyday I say to myself, you should have started.. Read More
STOP! In the name of love
If I could talk to my one-week earlier self who was desperately trying to get support and understanding from her loved ones, I would say one thing: STOP. I might even hang a big sign over my head with “don’t try this at home” and by this I mean: talk about my recently diagnosed invisible illness. Almost every single tentative I made to try to explain fibromyalgia or more commonly.. Read More
If you have it then you should have put a name on it!
My back hurts, my feet hurt, my heart beats too fast and my vision is troubled. I feel bad, I feel sick, tired and disoriented, moody and sad, I feel like gravity is crushing me and my whole body is sagging. I am twenty-six years old and I feel like every year that passes equals to ten. I am scared of what is to come, scared about the future, not.. Read More