Knowing your worth

Maybe it’s the fact it is 4.30am and I’ve already been awake for 2 hours thanks to painsomnia. Or maybe it’s because this applies to so many (if not all) industries. Whatever it is, the message in this article is everything!

“…my 8 year old daughter …. She’s growing up in an environment where she’s completely comfortable with power.”

As a woman in my early 20s working as a trainee and then qualified lawyer, I felt completely powerless when it came to negotiating my contract and dealing with my bosses. I remember breaking down in tears when my boss told me the other partners in the firm saw me as greedy for asking for a larger pay rise than I had been offered. The tears weren’t from sadness but from anger and the feeling of powerlessness. I knew for a fact that some of my co-workers were being paid far above the measly amount I was asking for, yet here I was being made to feel like an ungrateful child when all I really wanted was recognition. (And now I was crying in front of my boss! Ahhh!)

I would watch in awe at the way one of my girlfriends interacted with our bosses. At the time I honestly thought the difference between us was that I feared loosing my job (with both its financial and professional ramifications) while she did not have such fears.

I now know that the real difference was my girlfriend knew her worth. Not just professionally and personally.

The feeling of being powerless, of standing at the poker table without any cards to play is a theme constantly being talked about in chronic illness communities. Often, those of us with a chronic condition already feel on the back foot, like because accomodations are already being made (or do not need to be made for others) we cannot ask for more.

It’s so important to teach our children to know their worth and to know that it is perfectly acceptable AND BLOODY ENCOURAGED to walk away from anyone who attempts to short change them – not just financially, but emotionally, physically, spiritually….

This article about Ellen Pompeo is a must read: https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/features/ellen-pompeo-tvs-20-million-woman-reveals-her-behind-scenes-fight-what-i-deserve-1074978


Equality and The Lucky Country

My 1 year old is ready for tomorrow’s equality rally. Are you?

Since Thursday’s announcement that the same-sex marriage postal survey is going ahead, I have been unable to think of much else.

Why is equality something that needs to be debated?

Why is equality something that needs to be fought for?


In 2017.

Going to school in the 90s, I remember being told time and time again that we live in ‘The Lucky Country’.  But lucky for who?

Lucky for the white, Christian males who were lucky enough to be born into families of wealth. Lucky enough to go to the ‘right school’, to be a part of the ‘old boys club’, to know the ‘right people’ who can appoint them to the ‘right jobs’.

Those lucky enough not to need public schooling – and are therefore unconcerned when more government funding is taken from those it can help the most.

Those lucky enough not to need public health care – and are therefore unaffected when more and more pressure is put on our hospitals.

Those lucky enough to be born attracted to the opposite sex – and are therefore free to marry whoever they choose and can ignore the voice of inequality.

Those lucky enough not to need to fight for equality.

We can talk about how unnecessary this plebiscite is until the cows come home. (Unnecessary because our politicians can easily listen to the majority and change the law. Otherwise known as Doing Their Damn Job.) But it is not unnecessary if we, the majority, finally have our voice heard. If we tell those who are supposed to represent and work for us that we will not stand for inequality anymore. We will not let another day go by where Australian citizens are told they are Other and do not deserve the same rights as the rest of the community.

It is ridiculous that this plebiscite is needed. But it is going ahead, so now we must stand up and be heard. Don’t let your voice be ignored. To find out how you can make a difference, visit the Equality Campaign website.


Steptember, I’m coming for you!

10,000 steps a day? Totally doable. Right?

Starting tomorrow, 4 September, myself and 3 friends will be taking part in Steptember – walking 10,000 steps a day for 28 days to raise much needed funds for children living with cerebral palsy.

I’ve been tracking my steps since I was hospitalised for physical rehab in February 2014 and am currently averaging between 4,900 and 6,500 steps a day (with the odd 8,000 thrown in). With those numbers, 10,000 steps may seem a little out of reach. But, if I look back to my hospital admission, it was taking me 8 minutes to walk 88 metres, on crutches. Back then walking down the street was an impossible task. I’ve now ditched the crutches and average 30 minutes, 5 mornings a week, walking 1 kilometre every 8 to 9 minutes.

I also started yoga 2 years ago (a year after my hospital stay) and, back then, I truly believed that 1 class a week was my maximum. However , for the past few months I have been averaging 2 to 3 body balance classes each week (a mix of tai chi, yoga, and Pilates). Yet again, something I never thought my body could manage.

So now it’s time to ramp up the stepping! What better reason than to raise money for those with cerebral palsy, the most common physical disability in childhood. (Also, the Steptember website tells me that yoga equates to about 4,060 steps. A little secret my Fitbit was keeping from me!)

If you would like more information on cerebral palsy you can visit the Cerebal Palsy Alliance website here.

If you would like to support me and make a donation you can visit my fundraising page.

Wish me luck!

Chronic pain · Fibromyalgia · Parenting

Mum Guilt (pain guilt, so many types of guilt)

I really wanted to title this post Parent Guilt as I’m sure there are dads out there who feel guilt, but is it really the same as mum guilt?  Maybe it’s where I live or who I associate with but I just don’t see dad’s racked with guilt the same way mums are.  It’s like as soon as that tiny little egg is fertilised, millions of guilt signals are sent out to cover every inch of a woman’s body. Am I eating enough? Am I eating the right things?  Should I exercise?  Can I have a warm bath?

When I was pregnant with our daughter, I would get nervous before every medical appointment even if I had nothing to logically worry about.  No unusual symptoms, no signs that anything was wrong yet there was this voice niggling away at the back of my mind.  When I mentioned my nerves to my fiancé before our 20 week scan he was confused.

“What are you nervous about?”

“That something could be wrong.”

“The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind.”


Today I received a message from a very wise friend and, all of a sudden, light bulb moment.  I told my friend that our daughter was making her way into our bed at night (how a 13-month-old does this on their own, one will never know) and I was concerned this would become a habit.  Yet, on the other hand, I was getting sleep.  Oh, sweet sleep!

My friend’s advice was to do what works for me and when it stops working, do something about it.  *heavenly choir sings*

I told you she was wise.

Sounds easy, doesn’t it?  It is.  And should be.  Do what works for you.  When it stops working, try something else.

This goes, not just for mum guilt, but for all types of guilt.  Pain guilt included.  Feeling bad that you can’t work as much as you’d like because of pain?  Guilt ridden about taking time out to rest?  Do what works for you.  When it stops working, try something else.

I may have just found my new motto.

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(I’m very aware that I’ve written about guilt a few times now.  I even wrote an extremely optimist post entitled Guilt Be Gone.  How cute.  As it turns out, guilt is not the easiest thing to be rid of.  For me anyway.  A reminder to do what is best for you is sometimes just what we need.)


Chronic pain · Fibromyalgia

Thinking differently about exercise

Can’t dance? There’s always ‘dancer pose’ (Photography by Natalie Field)

As I got into bed last night my mind wandered to the mornings to do list and straight away I became excited. Body balance tomorrow! Woohoo!

Hang on a minute, body balance is exercise. I’m excited about exercising? Don’t I have a healthy disdain for exercise? Hasn’t exercise has always been a chore? Something I know I should do, but something I most certainly do not want to give up my spare time for.

I tried to think of the last time I was excited about exercising. Have I ever been excited about exercising?

Actually yes, when I was younger I exercised constantly. Swimming, netball, dance. Bloody hell, I was exercising daily. Why have I never thought of those activities as exercise?

And then it hit me. I enjoyed those activities. I didn’t spend 14 years of my life dancing because it was exercise. I did it because I enjoyed it. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that I continued dancing way past the recommendations of my physio and my parents. Hell, I completed my last ballet exam with my kneecaps taped in place! It was only when dancing became so painful that the idea of going to class started to feel like a chore that I stopped.

And there it is ladies and gentleman. The problem with exercise and chronic pain – the pain. When you have chronic pain everything hurts. Doing nothing hurts. Moving hurts. Exercise requires movement. Why would I volunteer to do something that is only going to increase my pain?

Well, as it turns out, in the long run, exercise (regular, moderate movement) will actually help manage chronic pain. It’s an idea that is hard to wrap your head around to begin with. We’ve been taught that pain is a single that something is wrong and we need to stop. Sprain your ankle? Stop, rest, and heal. Twist your knee? Stop, rest, and heal.

As it turns out, the stop and heal theory is correct for acute pain like a sprained ankle or a twisted knee, but stopping altogether actually does more harm for those with chronic pain. You see, with chronic pain there’s no injury to ‘heal’. The original injury has already healed as much as it’s going to, your body now requires constant, moderate movement (along with a number of other strategies) to keep it going. Yes, the starting is hard. But once you do, the benefits are there.

Okay, that all sounds well, exercise will help manage my pain. Well, tell that to my body at 5.30 pm on a Thursday night following a long day chasing after a 1 year old. It’s winter. The idea of changing out of a warm, fleecy track suit into Lycra and heading out into the dark, cold night is just not doing it for me. As much as I hate to admit it, the knowledge that, if I continue to head out into the cold I will eventually see a reduction in my pain levels is just not enough to get me moving. There is no end to the reasons I can come up with to justify staying home. It’s only one class, it’s not going to make that much of a difference. I’m tired, it’s been a long week, I should really rest. I’m still going to be in pain, it isn’t going to eliminate it altogether, what’s the point? I’m a little sorer than usual, I should probably rest….

So what was different last night as I lay in my warm bed contemplating today’s plans? What is different this morning as I sit in my very warm pyjamas still excited about the idea of changing into activewear and heading out to body balance? The difference is just that, body balance. I enjoy body balance.

I’m not a ‘gym’ girl. I’ve tried it before and I just cannot keep up the treadmill/weights routine. Sure I might be able to manage it up for a few months but even the knowledge that weekly gym fees are being sucked out of my bank account just isn’t enough to keep me going back to something I don’t enjoy.

While I’d love nothing more than to go back into the dance studio realistically I know my dancing days are behind me. My body just ain’t what she used to be! But that doesn’t mean I can’t find a form of exercise that I enjoy. Exercise doesn’t have to be pounding on a treadmill or lifting weights in the gym. Exercise comes in so many different forms and can actually be something you enjoy. With body balance exercise is no longer a chore, it’s something that is good for my body, something I choose to do, it’s something fun.

Chronic pain · Fibromyalgia · Invisible illness

What does it feel like?

Some days are pjs with built in leg warmers days

Today was supposed to be a social day. I had breakfast plans with a couple of girlfriends and afternoon drinks plans with another. I was looking forward to today.

But rather than a social day, today has ended up being a lounge day. This is fibromyalgia. Fibro feels like pain, tiredness, isolation, sadness, confusion, fogginess, limiting, never ending.

Two nights ago I went to my usual yoga class. I say usual because I had been in a routine of going to this yoga class but, due to, well, life, I hadn’t been in around 4 weeks. So, naturally I was in for some pain.

I woke an hour or so after going to bed that night. My muscles had already started to stiffen. I was tight. All over. Sore.

I had an awful nights sleep waking every hour or so, every time I tried to roll over. Each time I woke my body was stiffer, tighter, sorer.

My daughter cried in the middle of the night. Her cot is on my side of the bed. All I needed to do was roll over, hand her a dummy and she would fall back asleep. Moving is the last thing I wanted to do. My body was so heavy. I felt weighed down, as though my body was made of stone. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to roll over. Maybe she’d stop on her own. I was so sore. So tired. I had to move.

I woke the following morning and start my usual routine of unfolding my fingers from the ball they had become over night. I notice my legs much more than I did the day before. Cement. It feels like I’ve been encased in cement from my waist down. So heavy. My butt, my legs. So heavy. I don’t want to move but of course, I have to.

I swing my body into a seated position on the edge of the bed. Rest. I place my feet on the ground, they unfold underneath me. I stand. Rest. I start to walk. Every fiber of my body is tight, stiff, sore.

The following morning, this morning, is worse. I wake and I lay in bed. The weight of my arm on my legs is too much. Too heavy. I have to move it. My chest feels as though I have been coughing all night. It’s as though I can feel every individual rib against my skin. The blankets are too heavy for my legs but it’s cold so I don’t want to take them off. I try to puff the blankets up, making a cocoon around my body. Tucked in at the sides, high in the middle so as not to touch my legs. I notice my shoulder blades. They ache. My lower back. My butt. My body is too heavy, my poor bottom is taking so much of the weight. But I can’t roll over. I don’t want to move.

My legs. As always, my legs are the worst. The cement feeling is back. Except for some reason I always imagine that if my lower half were encased in cement, it wouldn’t be in pain. Heavy, but not in pain. I am definitely in pain. My hips, my legs. They are definitely in the worst kind of pain.

I don’t want to move but I know I have it. If nothing else, I have to take care of my daughter. I have plans for today. Plans I’ve been looking forward to. Why did I make plans? I don’t want to do anything. Maybe if I get up, move around, warm up my muscles, I’ll feel a little better.

An hour before I’m supposed to be leaving for breakfast I’m still not well. Can I manage the half hour drive? Can I manage the seats in the cafe? I’ve never been there before so I don’t know the set up. Will there be room for a pram or will I have to carry my daughter in? She’s so heavy now. How close will I be able to park my car? What will the seats be like? Will my back take the seats? Will my legs?

I move to brush my daughters hair away from her eyes. My back. I can’t go. I need today off. I need to stay here. I need to rest. I need to get better.

This is fibro. Pain, tiredness, isolation, sadness, confusion, fogginess, limiting, never ending.

Chronic pain · Fibromyalgia · Invisible illness

You are not alone


You may have heard, I write a little blog.  I’m not being cute when I say little, I’m being honest. My blog gets a little traffic. I know this because every time I log in to write a post, I see my daily stats. So, last week I logged in as usual and, hang on a minute, there must be something wrong.  A quick investigation and stats don’t lie. On one day, I had over 1,300 views of one post!  It seems another Facebook page had shared my post on socialising with chronic pain and it was getting some traffic.

As it so happened, on that very same day I noticed a post I had written about fibro funk (which had been republished by The Mighty) had been shared over 3,700 times!

Now I’m not telling you this to big note myself. (Although, if someone else wants to tell me how cool it is, I’d be totally fine with that.)  The reason I’m mentioning this is because it is so easy to feel alone. When I first became sick I felt completely alone.  I was staying with my parents and was so lucky to have countless family and friends around to help, but I still felt very alone.  I wasn’t like everyone else any more, this time I was really sick.  My body was shutting down on me and the drugs I was taking to try and combat this were causing my brain to give in as well (or so it felt).  When I was finally diagnosed, nobody I knew had ever heard of fibromyalgia (myself included), so how were they really going to help me, in my soul?

I soon became educated on my condition as did those around me.  I enlisted the help of a team of great medical professionals, and found a supportive online community of those fighting the same or similar condition.  After a while, I wasn’t so alone anymore.  But, don’t be fooled, it is so easy to fall back into the feeling of ‘I’m all alone’.  One bad flare and the alone feeling can hit you like a tonne of bricks.  Right out of nowhere.

At times like this, when I can’t get out and see my friends, when I don’t have the energy to connect with people online, it’s important to remind myself that I’m not the only.  And I know this because there are a hell of a lot of people out there reading about and sharing my thoughts and (much as I’d like to take credit for my amazing writing skills) I know it’s because these people connect with what I’m saying, because they are/have been there themselves.

You are not alone.