"When I'm on my knees, I'll still believe"

These last few weeks I have ventured to join a student study group that is run by a nearby church, not the church I usually go to though. They haven't felt betrayed and have accepted me into the group, much to their credit.


So far I have been to two bible studies, both on separate parts of Ephesians. Today's study focussed on the first half of Ephesians 3, and Paul's (previously Saul) calling as a Christian. This study has demonstrated to me that the path that you think you should be taking, just by assessing yourself and knowing your skills, isn't necessarily the path God has called you for. Just as Saul thought that routing out all the Christians and having them killed was the best way to serve God, I may have a completely wrong view of my direction and skills (I haven't been nor plan to kill anyone though!).


This has helped me in the face of so many limitations to know that even if you don't have the skills or physical strength for what you think you should be doing, God will give you a path you can do, and give you what's necessary to complete it. There are so many things I would like to do for God right now, and it has puzzled me that God would prevent me from doing these things for him but this says to me that it's OK to not be doing these things because God will provide some even more amazing things for me to do that will help more people and will give him more glory.


It also says to me that I don't have to do this alone. Sickness induces such immense loneliness in people, and chronic illness simply equals chronic loneliness. But God has commanded us to not fear or be anxious because He has said so many times that He will be with us through absolutely everything, and that we are capable of anything because He can equip us to complete anything.


"I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength".

Daily decisions

So here I am at university on a Sunday evening and all my housemates are across the landing having a cosy chat while I am sitting here on my laptop on my own, contemplating the life decisions we make. I look at the photos on my wall of friends and relatives and they remind me of some good times before I had any notion of what CFS/ME was.

Because I have a dilemma tonight. Should I get up and join them, or should I stay here and wind down to sleep? Joining them would involve my general ill feeling increasing and a possible very bad day tomorrow. Staying in my room would involve me feeling better health-wise but also very lonely and resentful.

And it is these kind of choices that now make up my daily routine. Being in a place with so many people who should be my peers really reminds me how different I have become. The decisions my housemates make are so different and if it was them, the answer to my above question would be easy and obvious.

It scares me how easily I can slip into this way of thinking. It takes one mistake, one reckless action and the rest of the day must be spent in bed. The possibility of me not eating later that day is very real, depending on how I look after myself in the morning. At 19 I should be impulsive, yet I am making the daily decisions of a much older person, and I miss something I never had. A number of older people have said to me that they think chronic illness harder on the young because if you get ill at 60, you can look back on your life (hopefully) with an attitude of having lived well. But for a younger person, your life has only just begun!

I am aware that I am feeling very sorry for myself this evening, partly because I am scared of starting my new term again tomorrow, so I shall try and include some positives.

I made it to church this morning for the first time since February, which of course was very tiring, but I really enjoyed going. I was thinking during the service how often we try to attribute blame and question the apparently bad things that happen to us. Sometimes we blame ourselves, sometimes we blame others and sometimes we blame God. And maybe God is to blame for some of the bad things that happen to us, but blame is the wrong word. I see these things as things that just happen in the grand scheme of things, but at least God has some control over it and can make it worth our while.

And as for questioning why bad things happen, we never stop and question accusingly 'God, why on earth did that go well? What did you do that for?'. Why do we really deserve such great and amazing things to happen to us? Even people who are considered very Godly have awful things happen to them. I'm not saying that we deserve for bad things to happen to us but I think that it is a healthy way of dealing with things that life throws at us to turn the knee-jerk reaction around.

Easier said than done of course.

19 going on 90 / Facing fears

This week I have been back at university. Lectures don't start until next week but I figured a week to settle in and get my bearings wouldn't be a bad thing.

Even after 9 months now since I relapsed (or crashed) I am still finding new aspects of being ill that I haven't come to terms with yet. And sometimes things I thought I had worked out turned out to not be so worked out as I had thought.

One of my cousins (who unfortunately is a bit dubious that I am sick at all) calls me 19 going on 90, which made me laugh at the time but which has come round to bite me eventually.

I am not a typical young adult. I spend most of my day in bed, not out of choice, but out of necessity. I can't walk for more than 10 minutes without serious repercussions later on so I can't join in with my friends with anything that involves leaving the house. I have to be in bed by around 10pm to allow for the 2 hours it will take me to get to sleep, and to prevent any groggy mistakes being made (I managed to burn myself this week because I forgot at 11pm that desk lamps that are left on become VERY hot!).

And what's the deal about being normal? I had actually prided myself in the past that I didn't just follow what everyone else was doing and did what I wanted with my life and my appearance. And yet now, I just want to be a normal young adult at university. I don't mind not going to numerous house parties, but being physically capable of doing my studies, and socialising and planning my future would be nice. But right now, I can't see past the end of the week, let alone my degree, let alone plans post-degree. How am I meant to get a job? Or study so I can get a degree-related job later on? My future in 2 years' time seems to involve going back to the parents' house and recovering the best I can for the 2 years after that.

And so today I have been facing up to my fears. The thought of continuing my degree, let alone looking after myself terrifies me. The people who are meant to help appear to be waiting somewhere out of sight, controlling the outcome of this venture from an office somewhere, while I am left struggling to put together a sandwich for lunch, partly because my brain is so muddled and panicky that I have forgotten to buy half the food I need. Everything just seems that little bit rubbish today, but hopefully things will pick up soon.

The countdown begins...

I just wanted to first say how overwhelmed I was by how many people have read my last post, I was moved to tears! With a week left to go before term starts again at university, the familiar nervousness and worries creep in - what if people think I'm being rude in not joining in things? what if people think I am faking it? what if my symptoms get worse? what if I end up very isolated because I can't go out and talk to people?

And so, of course, I prayed about these things, and although I still worry about them, God has used the response I had to my last post to show me just how much He loves me, and just how much support I have. So thank you to everyone who has been reading, you are an answer to prayer!


I have spent the last 4 months trying to improve my health by following the only thing that has been consistently shown to improve symptoms in people with CFS/ME - doing nothing! I never thought that I would end up with a condition that made it impossible to exercise. Actually when I say nothing, it's a controlled sort of nothing, as in I can do a limited amount, but only because if I literally did nothing except what is necessary for survival, life would become pretty dull.

So my summer has been basically filled with days' worth of television (thank you Netflix), mounds of ironing (somehow the easiest chore, and one that never gets done at home) and endless form-filling and research. If I look at the summer as a whole, I would probably say that it has been successful in improving my health. Maybe not quite (OK, not nearly) as much as I would have liked, but the fact that I am sitting upright typing this as well as having had a very short trip into town this morning by car is a major breakthrough.

I feel very proud with my achievements but 4 months is a long time and I struggle to remember exactly what I was like at the start. One thing I do remember is that I was feeling very low and definitely ready to throw in the metaphorical towel concerning my degree. However, 4 months of recovery and numerous, extremely welcome and kind messages and discussions have helped me to now make a list of the good things in life as it is:

- Disabled Students Allowance has promised to be very generous and so I am expecting to (at the very least) be given a mentor, a very comfortable office chair and computer equipment. Yes, given!

- After years of trying to get to a weight that I like, the lack of activity I am now forced to has allowed me to be able to put on the necessary pounds, and I feel fabulous!

- Somehow my hair stays grease-free for days at a time so a highly energy-consuming activity like hair washing doesn't have to be done every day.

- I have convinced myself that I do *need* a smartphone as I can't be always walking to top up my credit on payg, and I have not looked back.

- Trips out become special as they are a rare treat.

- My bed and me are firm friends.

- Any shopping trip expenditure can be justified as either 'I *need* this now' or 'I haven't been shopping in AGES so I can spend the money I saved by not shopping before' so they become guilt-free.

- God is very good, and He promises that any suffering will be greatly recompensed, in fact the scales will tip towards the good rather than the bad.

So here goes!



And in terms of the official support the list goes:
- Disabled Students Allowance (DSA) have said yes to funding me and I just have to turn up to a meeting with someone who is willing to splash some cash!
- Personal Independence Payment (PIP; totally wrongly named by the way) have taken my form that I spent so much time on and have not been heard of since.
- Social Services have said we'll see what we can do but the man on the phone was very nice :)