gratitude, life, writing

Blogger Recognition Award

Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians! Continuing on the theme of things to be grateful for, I have to thank Ruth at Melanin Talks for nominating me for The Blogger Recognition Award. If you haven’t checked out her blog yet, head on over there for interesting posts from a 20-something Congolese student living in the UK.

In the four months since I started blogging, I have faced my fear that I could scoop my thoughts out of the pea soup of brain fog that invades my life most days. I have also surprised myself and been wonderfully surprised by the reaction and reception of the blogging community.

I have read so many interesting posts, found a ton of amazing blogs and I can honestly say, I have made better connections with some people online in four months than I have made in person my whole adult life. The blogging community rocks!

How it all began – I explained it all here.

Advice to new bloggers

1) Quality not quantity. Post regularly but don’t get caught up in the numbers game. As fun as it may be to watch the stats grow, keep it in perspective. Remember that all things worth doing take time to develop, and doing something well is a process. Not to mention, there is life outside of social media, a fact we need to remind ourselves of more and more.

2) Connect with other bloggers. There is an amazing, supportive community of bloggers ready to welcome you but, just like in life, it has to go both ways. If you want people to be interested in your content, you have to give some love too.

The Rules:

  • Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog
  • Write a post explaining how your blog got started
  • Give 2 pieces of advice to new bloggers
  • Nominate 15 other bloggers you feel deserve some recognition
  • Comment on each blog nominating them, providing the link to the post you created

I decided to pick a mixture of newer blogs, to give those people a boost, and more established blogs that might not need the recognition as much but I feel are important to share.

Writing and poetry

https://poetryforhealing.com/about/

https://daisymae874.wordpress.com/about/

https://poetryfromtheinkwell.wordpress.com/2018/10/07/a-mathematical-statement-senryu/

https://blindwilderness.wordpress.com/aboutme/

https://lilhamilton.wordpress.com/about/

Chronic illness

https://msluckyduck.com/about/

https://msgracefulnot.com/who-am-i/

https://hellofibroblog.wordpress.com/

https://msmsmystoryfightingmultiplesclerosis.com/about/

https://katieslifewithms.wordpress.com/about/

Mental health

https://recoverurself.wordpress.com/about-me/

https://theblackwallblog.wordpress.com/contact/about/

https://insane100.wordpress.com/2018/09/07/men-wont-talk-about-depression-and-its-literally-killing-them/

https://descantsoncivilisation.wordpress.com/2018/10/06/tired-of-fighting-unlock-powerful-strength-in-being-motivator-cognizant/

https://ashipofmyownmaking.wordpress.com/2018/10/08/the-frightening-decline/

Have a wonderful week!

❤️ Amanda

Poetry

FEAR

First of all, I have to acknowledge the overwhelming positive support I got for my last post from my various ms ‘families’. For an introvert that overanalyses every social interaction (yeah, I think they call that social anxiety 🤔 ), it took me a long time to put myself out in cyber world and open myself to potential criticism. Not that I expect rave reviews, constructive feedback is always welcome. But we all know that feeling of ‘what if everybody hates it?’ Right? Everybody feels that, right? 😉

Anyway, thank you to everybody who clicked and read and commented! I am astounded at the support and encouragement, and so grateful to be a member of such amazing, caring groups.

This is a poem I wrote when I was amping myself up to share my writing. Fear is another of those emotions, like guilt, that many of us try to ignore or fight against. There is a tendency to distract ourselves from the ‘negative’ emotions in life but when we face them head on they provide the counterbalance to the positive emotions we all strive for. You can’t have one without the other.

While fear is a universal emotion, it develops a particularly strong flavour when one receives a diagnosis of multiple sclerosis. Being told you have an incurable neurodegenerative disease, that nobody knows what causes it and there is no way to predict what damage will be inflicted on your body, introduces a whole new level of trepidation. Add to that the daily adventure of never knowing what symptoms might crop up to stop you or slow you down, and the accumulation of disabilities that strip away the identity you have built up over years or decades, and the fear can be paralysing.

I’m coming up on the third anniversary (that so does not seem the right word) of my diagnosis. Three years since I left the classroom. Three years coming to terms with my new normal, trying to heal and to carve a new identity for myself. I realize now that fear was the main thing holding me back from moving on to a new chapter. It’s still there, making my palms sweat as I type this, imagining putting out another piece of myself. But I will face the fear, because if there is one thing I have learned over the past three years, stagnating is not an option and pushing through the fear is the only way to get to the light.

❤️

FEAR

Creeping

Lurking

Hiding behind the mask

The mask of fine

It paralyses without acknowledgement

So ingrained we don’t even realize

The control it has

How powerless we are

Unless we face it

Under the bed

In the closet

The dark

Untried adventures

Nebulous

Heart racing

Skin crawling

Sweat dripping

Light on

Distract

All is fine

Everything is fine

Fine but stagnant

If you let it overpower

Stuck in your small world

Beating against the bars

The bars you hold onto

Justifying

Numbing

Distracting

Wilting

Fight for the light

The dark will always be there

Give it a nod

Let yourself feel it

Then

Move on past

Move into the light

So much brighter

Reflecting the dark

Dark loses power in the light

The light is stronger for the dark

ALC – 17/05/18

Poetry

Guilt

I don’t consider myself a poet but some things, emotions particularly, seem more accessible when I let the words flow freely and simply. I wrote this poem about guilt last year. Guilt is an emotion I strenuously fought against but I encountered it full-force when I stopped working. Happily, a year later I’m more at peace with where my life is so the ugly parasite guilt doesn’t get me down as often anymore.

Guilt.

Useless and yet

So pervasive

Sitting waiting hoping

Wanting to move

To do

To work

Rational mind knows

It is what it is

You are where you are

Acceptance

Honour.

Sitting waiting hoping

Wanting to dance

To create

To educate

Body resists

Concrete in my bones

Static in my brain

Days doled out in

Cups of tea

Sitting waiting hoping

Wanting to accept

To be

To honour

And yet

Guilt.