Like a charming, old bungalow;
the bumps and bruises made along the way simply add character.
I've been a spoonie since I was six years old and in all that time I have had a massive love/hate relationship with my body. I've said on social media and my blog in the past that I suffer from a condition called RA (which stands for Rheumatoid Arthritis) but it wasn't until I developed Osteoporosis that I really started to hate my body more than ever. My health since then has been a rollercoaster with more downfalls than uplifting highs, but in the past couple of months, I have begun very thankfully for my body, and my health. Yes, I now have to use a wheelchair pretty much all the time but I'm thankful that I was able to go and explore so many places whilst I was growing up. Yes, I am in constant pain but I am alive and well. Yes, I live in "an old people's home" but I adore it and wouldn't change a thing.
In August 2016, my life changed and I moved into a bungalow. I've had a lot of hate online since moving into my bungalow as apparently, only old people should be able to live in them, but that is not true at all. In August 2015 I was living in a three bedroom, two bathroomed house which I was completely in love with. It had a driveway, massive gardens, beautiful big bright rooms and my husband and I had basically spent our life savings doing it up. I was in love with my home but it was doing more harm than good to me and my health. It has a flight of stairs in it which made it very difficult and painful for me to move about each day. Everyone told me I should move into a bungalow but I had none of it. I loved my home and was fed up of moving house, plus I kept being told by "friends" that bungalows are for old people, right?
Now, nearly two years later, I wish I could go back and scream to myself to move into a bungalow. Although I went from a beautiful big home to a small two bedroomed, one bathroom bungalow I wouldn't change a thing. I can move about freely in my wheelchair, I don't need to ask for much help and I adore that if I wanna go and watch Daisy play outside when I am having a flare up I am able to do so.
This blog post ramble is basically me going on about how you all should listen to your own body, and not so-called friends like I stupidly did so. Because now I'm in my lovely small home, my "friends" aren't even around anymore. If you'd like to see a tour of my bungalow then let me know and I'll get that blog post up as soon as possible.
With love, Alisha Valerie. x