I've always been a wheelchair user, because my legs have never ever worked and never will. Life is pretty great all in all, I'm making the most of my life and embraced most of the difficulty I've faced. I've worked hard to become more than just my wheelchair. Sometimes, when my mind wonders I get … Continue reading Daydreaming
Everyone who reads this blog, will know by know what kind of girl I am. I tell things like it is, I'm not afraid of honesty and despite my sudonym of a wonderful woman I'm actually pretty normal. Sorry to disappoint you. I hate being called a brave person, I'm not. I cry lots … Continue reading Am I an Inspiration?
I'm lying in bed writing this post, it's been a difficult few weeks managing my pain. As a wheelchair user, I am always in some level of pain or discomfort, none of us know exactly what causes it, but my guess is it's something to do with being sat still for long periods in the … Continue reading Cloudy with a chance of pain
So I've been debating wether or not to talk about this for a while. Up until now, I've struggled to talk about it without sinking into a pit of despair and humiliation. But here we are, with me staring at this page feeling like I should share this with you, dear reader. It all started … Continue reading Dating Disaster
Twenty fifteen is giving it's final curtain call, and twenty sixteen is waiting in the wings. As we await the deluge of 'New year, new me' social media posts. I have to admit I'm dreading the start of a new year, purely for the fact that I hate standing in the brink of the unknown. … Continue reading This will be my year.
It's the beginning of October and we are a few months away from Christmas. I'm sick of being fat and tomorrow is the eve of my diet. Over the last few months my health, I feel has deteriorated. I am out of breath after short transfers, and my self confidence is at an all time … Continue reading Fit wheeled wonder woman
It's very odd thing to be disabled, I had to learn at an early age to deal with people staring at me. when I was growing up, I'd sometimes ask my Mum why people were looking at me, because you're beautiful, She'd say, I knew that wasn't the case. I knew deep down people looked … Continue reading Curoiusity kills your confidence