Old Roads Lead To New Ones...

So finally! I had finished school with 1 gcse. The torment from the crappiest school ever had ended.
I was finally in control of what I wanted to do and study - at my own pace.
I tried a few different things, but my health as usual, didn't co-operate. I decided to take a
break - to follow some very good advice

Happy Therapy.

For a few years, mainly during school, on days when my headaches were sort of bearable, I would
find escape in video games. I loved how I could make my own decisions, run, drive, do anything at will in game.

I slowly came to realise that living in video games would never help my real life. Sure it was fun, and it can help you forget your pains, for a little while. But if you look hard enough, there can be better things to live for.

Over the years I had made lots of friends my age online, through charities - we all had chronic illnesses, so we could relate to what we were all going through. I know a lot of people don't approve, but that form of socialising was a life line for so many of us. We all helped each other through tough times.
Even online relationships occurred. They didn't last very long, but it felt real, for us.

My life took a drastic but positive turn when I was 17.
I started talking to a guy that was a member of the same charity I was with. We instantly clicked. Before we knew it we were talking over the phone and on webcam for hours a day.
But I didn't want a online relationship - I wanted something more - something real.

So after lots more talking, and introducing my parents to him online - we had permission to meet!
My parents accompanied me (I wouldn't have wanted it any other way, whether I could walk or not!)

We didn't spend much time together when we first met because I wasn't well enough, plus it was bloody freezing outside! But we got on so well, my best friend was now my date.
From there on, the ore time we had together, the more we wanted!

One problem however, was distance. Constantly travelling to and from was impossible for the both of us. The first few months of being together we lived out of suitcases. Parents supporting us, taking us from one home to the other.
But even with all that support, it was too much to handle.

I didn't want distance to be an issue anymore.
I was making my first independent decision - and that was to spend more time at my new boyfriends home.

My parents obviously were worried, and didn't want me to be away from home. It was emotional, especially for my mum, which I still find upsetting to think about...
But they still supported me with my decisions, and allowed me to do what I felt I needed to do.
I couldn't have asked for better parents. They're amazing - And still support me to this day.

I've been settled at my partners home for nearly 6 years now - time goes so quickly.
My health has been up and down,
and so has our relationship.
But with some tweaks as to how we communicate (advice from some amazing friends and family)
Our relationship is growing stronger every year.
We support each other through bad days as best we can,

And enjoy the better ones as much as possible too.

We don't know how long this journey to recovery will be - but it's a great comfort knowing that the person you're in love with is on a very similar path, someone that can relate and understand more than anyone else of what you're going through, and still willing to stick by you even when things get difficult.

A problem shared is a problem halved.

And when life is a bit too much for us to deal with, having friends on similar paths is always a great help too. I don't know what I would do without any of the ones I love. Friends, Family, and My Partner, all play a very special part in my life, and I cannot function without them.

It's always easier to solve a problem when you communicate, however difficult it may be to express how you're feeling, emotionally or physically.
If you don't explain what's happening, arguments that are easily preventable, can easily happen.

Communicate - express your feelings, good and bad. Listen. Focus on the positives. Never hold a grudge. Every negative has at least one positive - however difficult it may be to see. Life has balance.

Sometimes it just takes time to be found.

I may not have recovered from whatever is wrong with me. But I am certain that one day, I will find balance in life and health. 




It takes time to heal, and motivation to carry on. 



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