When Did It All Change? Written by Fiona Jacobs.

The question of when it all changed is a difficult one to answer. Throughout my life, I've always had a vivid imagination, even from a young age. I used to envision how I would be as a mother and the kind of person I wanted to become. It feels like I've been on a tremendous rollercoaster, just riding along, knowing that eventually, I will reach my destination, but expecting to face tests along the way.

In most situations, I haven't experienced true happiness and have often had a sense of how things would end. Unfortunately, I believe this mindset has taken a toll on my health, increasing stress and pain. It's crucial to trust your gut instincts. If something doesn't feel right, chances are it isn't, and ignoring that can intensify the pain. Prioritizing self-care and taking care of your body are essential.

Take a moment to reflect on your current situation. How does it make you feel? Is there a possibility for change? This is the mindset I've adopted. It took me a long time to understand my own mind, but I've reached a point where I'm content with it. Recently, things have been going well. I've started making body scrubs using natural ingredients and essential oils. I even treated myself and a good friend to a visit to the Thermal Spa, a place I manage but rarely find time to enjoy.

I've learned to listen to my body, especially on days like Monday, which turned out to be a day filled with pain. Instead of fighting it, I've come to realize that honoring what my body needs brings relief. The housework can wait an extra day, right? Does my body recognize it's Monday, and I'm having takeout instead of cooking? Honestly, who even cares? Because Monday night, I felt incredibly relaxed, and by Tuesday, the pain had subsided.

Today is another Monday, and it's proving to be a challenging day. I'm feeling quite emotional, so I've decided to take it easy and head to the spa. I've been a bit upset and frustrated lately, as it seems that people don't understand the challenges of having an invisible disability. While I don't expect them to fully grasp it, a little empathy would go a long way.

I would also like to apologize for any grammar or spelling errors in my blogs. My partner has offered to help, but I feel that if anyone else writes on my behalf, it won't come from my heart. Additionally, my disability affects my spelling and writing, so I want to demonstrate how it impacts us. It's okay to stumble over words and mix things up. Who cares?

One thing that helps me get through the day is music. Sometimes, during a walk, I can't resist singing, and it brings me immense joy. I just hope no one can hear me!

Fi Xx

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