I tend not to write much about illness mostly because I'm sure no one that is well wants to hear about it, I'm sure if I was I certainly wouldn't.
A chronic illness has taken up the best (I use the term best very loosely) part of 5 years of my life especially the last two. It's changed my life dramatically, I was once a fun, almost carefree somewhat of a perfectionist kind of person I would go out to bars, last night cinema trips, shopping days etc and loved it. Unfortunately a chronic illness like mine means you can no longer do everything you want, yes you can do things still from time to time but I have to pick and choose what I think I can and cannot do. This is depressing. Healthy people take it for granted that you can do whatever you want whenever you want with little health consequences, yes you might feel tired after a long day but you go to sleep and wake up ready to go again. I haven't felt that for 5 years, in the early stages I pushed on through (two years, what a dummy!) and tried to continue the fast paced packed life I enjoyed, little did I know the consequences of doing this and if I had I would of rested back then to save myself from having to be where I am now.
