This week I am extremely excited to introduce Julie Ryan to you, who is living well with chronic illness. For those that don’t know, the Chronic Illness Bloggers Network is the brainchild of Julie, intended to connect bloggers and businesses in the chronic illness community for mutual benefit. Julie also has her own blog called Counting My Spoons.
Your self worth hinges on your ability to be you. Here’s how to be authentic.
Living well with chronic illness… How acupuncture, Chinese medicine and Yoga can change your life…
Rachel Gorman was diagnosed with idiopathic POTS, fibromyalgia, gastroparesis, Hashimoto’s thyroiditis and a multitude of other ‘opathies over a 4 year period from 2012 to 2016.
Are you an aimless wanderer in life? Do you ever wonder what you’re meant to be doing with your life? If you feel like you’ve lost your way, then perhaps it’s time you thought about finding your purpose.
Purpose: ‘the reason for which something exists’
What’s all the fuss about purpose?
‘Many persons have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is not attained through self-gratification but through fidelity to a worthy purpose’ Helen Keller
My last post in this new series about living well with chronic illness was about Brittany and her love of coffee. This week I would like to introduce Linda, another chronic illness blogger, who lives in a most beautiful part of the world and gets to work with my favourite sweet treat – chocolate!
Life with ME/CFS and Fibromyalgia
Finding a better life through chronic illness. Say what? Can those two things coexist? For me, they do.
It’s been two years since my wheels came off quite spectacularly. It’s been two years of major body and life discovery. Not only about this health doo dah and what it now means for my life but also how, unbeknowns to me, this health condition had been working its magic in the background prepping me for my big fall.
It had been there all along waiting for its special moment to shine.
Something happens when you slow down, switch off and get quiet. Real confidence.
Being a go getter for much of my life, my confidence came from achieving, doing more, being recognized for my contribution and ‘a job well done’.
I became addicted to it.
Climbing the ladder, getting more money and achieving that recognition was synonymous with how I felt about myself.
It felt good. That pay rise, that promotion, that deadline achieved. The more I did the better it felt.
Or so I thought.