I really think I'm starting to get my head round being ill. I'm not trying to fight it so much. I try and keep away from stress,I poodle about doing what I can do and not forcing myself to do things that will make me worse.
I used to be a right old superwoman,running my florist shop,looking after my kids as a single mum and looking after 4 dogs oh and my house. I was really burning the candle at both ends. Then bang I got ill. My old life had to stop. For the last four years I have fought it but now I seem to be finding my groove. It's not easy not by any means but I'm feeling a bit calmer and more accepting.
I've even faced facts and got a referral with a psychiatrist to finally help with the mental side of things,the chronic anxiety and panic attacks. I'm quite relieved.
Can still live in hope that with all the research being done that one day we will get better medication to help us. It's a roller coaster we are all on.