Disability, Health and politics, Invisible illness, Mama mifsud blog, Me, Media, mental health, Perception

Please, see ME….

I'm coming off the back of a bad one. It's always strange when I have been stuck in the house so much. I almost get scared of the outside world, that something terrible is going to happen to me if I venture out into it. How will I speak to people? Will anyone even see… Continue reading Please, see ME….

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children, Disability, hope, Mama mifsud blog, parenting, Perception

Never to walk in anyone’s shadow

There are few pleasures greater than singing nursery rhymes with your two year old. To have their spikey little finger 'tickle you under there' warms the soul like nothing else. I have been bed bound for a week now. That's a lie. I did venture out in the car to the playground once, and struggled… Continue reading Never to walk in anyone’s shadow

Disability, Health and politics, hope, left, Mama mifsud blog, Media, mental health, Perception, Politics, The DWP series PIP DLA

Rewriting History

So it came. I cried for an hour, overwhelmed with relief that my battle was won. I did it. I got the thin envelope. Four years until I have to do it all over again. In those moments I felt utterly invincible, like I had, for once, achieved great things. The reality is that I… Continue reading Rewriting History

children, Disability, Health and politics, hope, Mama mifsud blog, Me, Media, Perception, Politics, The DWP series PIP DLA

Get a f**king job

I made a decision in May, to stop being a voyeur of society, by keeping my discontent to my close circle of friends. Instead I felt ready to actually do something. It's all very well being an armchair politician, complaining about the ills that are cast upon you, but does it achieve anything? That said… Continue reading Get a f**king job

Disability, Health and politics, hope, Mama mifsud blog, Me, The DWP series PIP DLA

Don’t hold your breath

A month is up today. It has been a strange month, full of the usual highs and lows, birthdays and sick days, all underpinned by this constant feeling of nausea and fear. I have been stuck in this permenant state of 'poor me', as kind people ask me what the latest news is on my… Continue reading Don’t hold your breath