Yes, I’m blaming you lot. You were very encouraging when I mentioned that I was taking the first steps of thinking of myself as a writer (after blogging for 2 years; I’m not the sharpest tool in the box).
When I’m not sleeping, doing family things or blogging, I might just be a health activist. I spend hours every week with carers and people living with rare disease. I try to work with the health services, academics and charities to improve quality of life for families. I lobby and lecture. I ramble, rant and write.
I have no medical or scientific training. I never expected to end up here. Just by getting on with the vagaries of life, I ended up learning about rare diseases, Myalgic Encephalomyelitis and depression. I have time and an urge to communicate. I want to make a difference.
I’ve signed up to #HAWMC. I may or may not write 30 health related posts in April. By the end of the month you may all have deserted me. You could all be shouting at your screens “Stop woman!! Tell us about cushions, make up and Jake”.
This could well be one of those things I get wildly enthusiastic about for 3 minutes and then stop caring- but I’ll explain that away as a symptom of the depression, so it’ll still count. (I can do creative, sometimes.)
Bear with me Bloggy Buddies as I explore, investigate and try new things.
Of course, I may just sleep a lot.