It’s okay to be overwhelmed

It’s okay to be overwhelmed

I think everybody looking for work or thinking of changing job feels anxiety around it, I think the current uncertainty around Brexit is definitely heightening that at the moment. I’m certainly feeling it as I come towards the end of my degree, everyday someone asks me what my plans are and honestly I’m no clearer than when I started university. I’ve been telling myself to keep open to do anything when I finish, to be honest most of the time I take a ‘what will be will be’ stance. However since falling ill with CFS/ME, it’s like I’ve watched each door open to me slam shut as I would struggle to do those jobs.

It’s been really strange going from being so career driven and spending my whole life working towards a career, and all of sudden the idea of a career feels so far fetched to me. Realistically I’ll be able to work part-time, or full-time but with a couple of days at home, it’s really dawning on me that I won’t have the career I’d always imagined myself in. It’s really difficult to not feel inferior to everyone, and in no horrid way, I see my friends with these great careers ahead of them and they have so many options open to them, and I am so envious of all the amazing things they’ll get to do.

It might not make sense to others, but i’m finding it really hard to understand why an employer would want to hire me when they could hire someone who was fully able, then I get this crippling sense of having to prove myself and guilt because I have no energy to do anything about it, and it’s simply a vicious circle I find myself caught up in. I’m sure that’s absolutely normal for anyone suffering with an illness, and in the rational side of my brain knows that I can’t be discriminated against, but still there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t worry about my job prospects.

All of this realistically feels very far away and I still have to finish university, but it’s coming round a lot quicker than I like and it’s the one thing everybody wants to know about. I’ve always planned to take a break after university, and I know I won’t be able to walk straight into a job as I’ll need some recovery time, but I still feel overwhelmed at what’s inevitably around the corner.

See you next time pals x

2018: The year that changed my life

2018: The year that changed my life

It seems strange to be posting about 2018 when we’re already mid-way through January, but I felt I couldn’t return to writing without wrapping up my year in some way. 2018 without a doubt has been the hardest year of my life, aside from battling CFS/ME, I lost three grandparents within 9 months. Don’t get me wrong the year was not only bad times, I made some incredible memories, however I know I won’t remember this year in a positive light. If you had told me this time last year the position I would be in now, I’d have struggled to believe you. As strong and positive as I’ve felt throughout the year, it’s impossible to ignore the impact losing my grandmas and granddad has had on me. I am extremely fortunate as I grew up with all four grandparents living only 15 minutes away from me, aside from when I am away at University, I saw them on atleast a weekly basis. I am so grateful for all the time I had with them, however it has made losing them such an adjustment to my life as I feel the gap they’ve left.

At the end of March I lost my Grandma Fox which completely turned my world upside down, we had always been so close as a family, but all of a sudden our daily life changed as we went from seeing her nearly every day to not at all. Although nothing can really prepare you for loss, we were somewhat prepared, we were aware Grandma had a terminal illness so really got to cherish our last months with her. I still find it hard walking into Lincoln Hospital knowing she has gone after going so much to visit her. The saving grace throughout this loss was my Grandpa Fox, we became so close to him over the summer, especially Cal and I, he was so strong and positive but also not afraid to express his sadness. I think his attitude really kept us all going as he led the way in carrying on.

Only 7 months later my Grandma Siva passed away, it felt like being thrown back to the start of the process as I’d barely begun to come to terms with losing Grandma Fox. The only comfort in losing Grandma Siva was knowing she was no longer in pain and suffering after months of battling cancer. Again, although we weren’t unaware of how ill Grandma was, I still felt as though I had been robbed of time. This made it quite hard to accept and I felt such a conflict of emotions from guilt to anger to just utter sadness, I know now this is allnormal but at the time it felt like I was losing control of my emotions. Going through grief is a really strange time as you wish the you could stop everything and just allow yourself some time to recover and be sad, but the world carries on around you and you just have to learn to adapt.

That feeling really came into play over Christmas as my Grandpa Fox passed away extremely suddenly a week before Christmas. I don’t think I will ever forget my phone call with my mum when she told me as I was just plunged into a state of disbelief, even though it’s been a month there’s still a part of me now that doesn’t want to believe he’s really gone. The last time I saw my Grandfather, my mother and I left his house saying how healthy he looked, he looked content despite everything that had happened over the past year, three days later he died instantly from a sudden heart attack. I’m still incredibly devastated at the loss of him, I still have moments of feeling angry that he’s been taken from us, however he didn’t suffer or even know what was happening which is what he’d said he wanted. The night before my father actually had an extremely vivid dream that there was a couple in our house and he watched them walking out the door, we know one of the last things my Grandpa did was buy and write a card for my parents thanking for them for all their support throughout losing my Grandma Fox. I can’t help but think my Grandma came for him, maybe that’s what my father saw, I don’t know what my beliefs around death are, but for now I’m finding comfort knowing they’re together.

I feel such a huge hole in my life at the minute without them all, however I know in time that will heal and it’s a credit to their characters. My Grandpa Fox used to say to us that everyone keeps telling him it’s going to get better but it isn’t, as heart-breaking as this was, my mum and I would say ‘It probably won’t get better, but it will get normal’. This feels realistic to me, at this point it’s hard to imagine feeling better about all this loss, but I know in time it will just become a part of life. It’s been so hard watching my family, especially my parents, keep going through this pain knowing there’s nothing I can do to take it away. You wish you could just wrap everybody in bubble wrap and protect them from anymore hurt. On the other hand, I got to enjoy 21 years of love and memories with my grandparents, which a lot of people don’t get to experience. So here’s to 2019 not necessarily getting better, but getting normal.

See you next time pals x

Let’s talk about being a student

Let’s talk about being a student

This topic sparked after a conversation I had with a friend earlier, being a student feels like a very weird in between stage. I am an adult, I moved out of my parents house, I manage my own finances and look after myself. Yet sometimes it is blatantly obvious I’m not taken as seriously as I should be because I am a student. This conversation was mainly focused around estate agents as we both felt they take complete advantage of students, obviously this is a completely biased opinion, however I know it isn’t only us that feel this way.

This is my fourth year of being a university student, I’ve lived independently for all of that time yet I can’t help but still feel like people treat me like a teenager sometimes. Why does it matter that I’m in full time education compared to a full time job? Majority of people I know at university also work part time, and although they have student finance, they support themselves financially as much as possible. I know this opinion doesn’t apply to everyone, and lots of people don’t view university students differently to adults but there is definitely a stigma around them. 

It also doesn’t just apply to what people think of us, I know other people have felt similarly to me, these past few years have been a continuous cycle of freaking out about my life plan and working out what job would be suited to me. It’s a time that people constantly tell you to enjoy, and I’m sure when I am older I will look back and miss this time, however it also feels like a very important, scary time where I have to make so many decisions when I barely know what I want for dinner. Maybe that’s why people hold a stigma around students, it really comes down to jealousy of missing that time of their life. 

This whole period has been a confusing time of working out what I’m doing with my life, and the more I muddle through it, I notice everyone feels the same and you just have to not think to much about it. 

See you next time pals x 

Managing a setback

Managing a setback

On my CFS/ME course they use the term setbacks to talk about anything that creates struggles for us when managing our illness. To a certain extent, the past month’s events have been a huge setback in my illness, I have become significantly more poorly, but it has been really hard judging when to let myself feel sad and grieve, or when it is impacting my illness and making me feel worse. 

In my previous post I spoke about positivity and how important it is to remain optimistic with this illness, it serves no value to feel sorry for myself. What I’m really struggling with at the moment is remembering that in the past year I’ve lost two people very close to me, anyone without an illness would be struggling to and I have to be kind to myself because I have to manage an illness and manage bereavement. 

My plan for the next few weeks is to put myself first as much as possible and put my illness back at the top of my priorities. It’s okay to be a bit selfish in these circumstances. If someone I knew was in my position, I’d be telling them to put themselves first, so I should take my own advice. 

See you next time pals x

A little positivity

A little positivity

It’s been a hot minute since I wrote a blog post as I sadly lost my Grandma at the end of October, so needed some time to process and recoup. I don’t want this to seem selfish but obviously this has taken a huge toll on my fatigue, it doesn’t take a medical professional to connect stress to illnesses, I have seen a huge decline in my health the past few weeks. On the other hand, I think it’s important to remember that there is a reason for that, I’d come so far with managing my fatigue and was actually going through a very healthy patch, there’s no reason I can’t go back to that.

One of the biggest things I’ve learnt with CFS/ME is how vital your mindset is, now I’m not saying I never have days where I don’t feel down about being ill, I just know how important it is to keep positive. I count myself lucky that I am able to keep motivated to get as well as I can, it would be so easy to just settle and believe that I’m always going to be this ill. It took me a long time to get to this place, a huge part of it was accepting that I am chronically ill.

I pride myself in being optimistic, particularly as someone who has suffered with depression for years, it’s never prevented me from being hopeful for better. I will put my hands up and say I am guilty of getting easily frustrated when people are pessimistic, I’ve just never seen a need for it. I understand being realistic however there’s a difference between the two, it must be so draining to constantly think negatively. Maybe it’s because I have spent years teaching myself to separate the negative thoughts that come with depression, so therefore don’t understand why someone would voluntarily always take the cynical side of things.

I hope this post will help some people that find themselves stuck in negative thoughts, even I find it draining when someone is constantly moaning so goodness knows how they feel. It’s okay to be sad and to moan but you have to be able to pick yourself up and focus on what is really going to help you. A little positivity can go a long way.

See you next time pals x

Let’s talk about names

Let’s talk about names

 

People that have known me for over three years will notice I’ve changed my name from Ellen to Ells, it started as simply a nickname but soon developed into my full time name. Don’t get me wrong, I will never legally change it as I’m sure there are times in my life where I will go by Ellen, I also wouldn’t want to out of respect for my parents after all they chose this name for me.

I have always gone by a few names, people may not know that my full name is Ellen Jayne Sivakumaran, I mainly go by Ells as I’ve never really been a fan of Ellen. Majority of my family call me Ellie, although they also speak Tamil and I found out when I was 19 that Ellie (probably not spelt like that) is rat in Tamil, so my family had been calling me rat my entire life without me knowing. My Dad calls me Elsie as he’s always called my sisters and I by nicknames, personally Elsie is my favourite sometimes I wish I’d decided to just go by Elsie but I also like that it’s my Dad’s name for me. I call my Dad papa majority of the time and I’d love to say it’s a really sweet story as to why but it actually started because he has terrible selective hearing and overtime he just started to stop listening to Dad. I do think it suits him as well, Papa gives you the image of big, cuddly and happy guy, and my Dad is certainly a great hugger.

The nickname Ells was started by my sisters when I was younger, and I then changed my social media names to Ells to keep them private from people that only knew my by Ellen. It slowly became habit that people would call me Ells and now I even introduce myself as Ells. There is a big part of me that cringes when people call me Ellen as it almost doesn’t feel like me anymore, not to get too deep, there’s only a select few people that call me it now. It’s not as if I have an emotional connection to being called Ells, but there’s an element of being called Ellen that reminds me of being in school and I feel like a very different person to who I was in school. In some ways it makes sense to me to be called something different as I am different.

Most of what this all boils down to is habit, I am used to being called Ells now just like I am used to being called Ellie by my family and Elsie by my papa. Maybe it seems insignificant to some people but it’s important to me and I think people should respect that I want to be known as Ells. Your name is one of the first things people learn about you and it seems strange how little control you have over it, not saying that we should decide our own names, just that we’re allowed a bit of artistic license with them.

See you next time pals x

What I wish people knew about CFS/ME

What I wish people knew about CFS/ME

I wouldn’t wish this illness on my worst enemy, but sometimes I wish people understood what it was like to suffer with CFS/ME. I thought I would talk about some of the things I’d like people to know.

It’s not a choice

I know it may sound obvious, but I think it’s easy for people to just think I’m being lazy or emotional when actually whatever is happening in my body is for more complicated. Believe me, if I had the choice between spending all day lying down or being able to get through the day without stopping to rest, I know what I’d pick. Even when it’s a joke it still stings if someone calls me lazy, it’s not like I have an option.

The FOMO is gutting

It’s a cliche but honestly the fear of missing out can be a horrible part of this illness. There’s nothing worse than watching your friends be able to do whatever they want whilst you’re so restricted by an unpredictable illness.

I don’t want sympathy

I understand this illness is pretty rubbish, there’s no sugar coating it, there’s nothing fun about being chronically ill. However I’ve never needed people to feel sorry for me, all I would ask is for their support.

Ask me questions

When I first suffered from CFS/ME there was a lot I didn’t understand about the illness, it’s obvious that people who have never heard of it are going to struggle to wrap their heads around it. The best thing is to just ask me any questions you have, or go search online, the better you understand the easier it will be to help.

This is a serious illness

Although it’s not always obvious, this illness has literally changed my life. In the past year I’ve had to completely change my career plan, the way I live, my diet, my social life and keep a positive mindset. It’s not just feeling tired, my body has so many symptoms that I’m still discovering today – a fun new one that has emerged – my jaw clicks and locks like there’s no tomorrow when I’m tired.

I’m very good at hiding my fatigue

It’s a talent I’ve accidentally mastered, I think it’s an automatic response to just put a guard up, pretending I am feeling okay rather than admitted how ill I actually do feel. Don’t get me wrong, there are times I can’t hide the fatigue, however majority of the time I’m feeling a lot worse than I’m showing.

See you next time pals x