the idea of living your life as you wish despite pain, living it with the pain, feels noble and radical and all but then it’s not realistic. sometimes the pain is just too bad, you have to surrender to rest. it is just true that pushing yourself creates more inflammation and more pain. and pushing yourself for what? for who?

cool humid lush green forest with grey sky and rain is one of my favourite things about british summer

feels good to just let the rain fall on you and then let the wind dry your hair

someone on vinted just asked me if I’d sell something for £11.30… what’s that 30p doing there why have they given such a bizarrely specific number

bought some sewing needles and mended the rip in my partner’s shirt and finally got a darning needle to weave the ends of my knitting projects in properly and took care of those :)

keep feeling this sense of impending doom and panic out of nowhere and everything hits me like a tonne of bricks. I wish there was better support out there for disabled/chronically ill folks who get made redundant

went outside on my own for the first time since late february this afternoon!!! posted the things I sold on vinted and on my walk back had a conversation with someone going the same way :)