Today I heard someone refer to the “horror of severe mcs” and it made me take a step back.
I have severe, life threatening mcs. I live 15 miles from town in an area of organic farms; between the mcs and severe cfids I’m housebound.
I have multiple autoimmune and immune disorders that predate the mcs by decades, and I’m a survivor of severe childhood sexual, emotional, and physical abuse as well as a multiple brain injury survivor.
And I don’t think any of those is a horror. Yes, they’re definitely challenges, and there are days I’d rather not have them.
But this is the life I chose and the challenges I chose. Those challenges helped me along the path to where I am right now — and I love where I am.
I love being able to do readings for people and help them on their paths. I love exploring astrally, channeling, channeling, doing energy work, seeing reality as so much more than the physical world.
And yes, many days I’d love to be able to do more physically (and I’m heartglad and asquee that this year I’m so much stronger than the past few years!).
I do miss seeing people, the ocean, rivers, things. My friends live all over the world and I do miss them.
I’d like to build a cob chicken coop and a root cellar and those are beyond my body’s current strength. And I’d like to have enough spoons and strength to do everything I’d like to do! (Just like everyone, I dare say… *g*)
We don’t tend to have much (or sometimes any) discretionary income, and we’re blessed to get helped by the local church and by OHSI.
And yet here on our little homestead with my partner and our cats, connected to my other loved ones online (and astrally!), I feel blessed and beloved.