17/06/2026
There is something that happens when you start to feel better.
You forget.
You forget what it felt like to drag yourself into work when every joint ached as though you had the flu, forcing a smile because no one could see what was happening inside your body.
You forget the pain in your wrists every time you tried to open a door. The exhaustion that became so overwhelming you couldn't think about anything except getting through the day. The skin reactions that seemed to appear out of nowhere, leaving you wishing you had something to hide behind.
That was my life throughout my twenties and into my early thirties.
Lunch was often a sandwich, crisps and a cake. Evenings were spent on the sofa with strawberry laces and Chipsticks while watching a film. Despite learning to cook when I was seven years old, I rarely made meals from scratch because by the time I got home from work, I simply didn't have the energy. Convenience became the easiest option.
Those years should have been the prime of my life.
Instead, I was desperately searching for answers.
Today, I choose not to forget those years.
I remember them because they remind me how far I've come. They remind me to be grateful for the version of me who refused to give up, who kept believing there had to be another way, and who made the difficult decision to change her life.
If you're living depleted, burnt out, and wondering whether this is just how life has to be, please know it doesn't have to stay this way.
Sometimes the first step isn't doing more. It's understanding why your body is asking for help in the first place.
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