Glass towers….

Warning: This post is probably going to contain some of the most graphic language I have ever used in a blog in my entire life. Why? Because I'm not sure my regular, every day words can express my disgust at what's happened to me in the last few days. I was born into this world broken.  And ...

“You’re not allowed to be sick here”

I have had a volatile relationship with my parents for about the last... er.... 6 or 7 years.   Why? You know, I'm not really sure. After my first divorce in 2004 I became pretty fiercely independent.  To some extent, I think that's been a personality trait that has helped with my illness. In the last 2 ...

Under 59 and feeling fine.

Okay - so feeling "fine" is an exaggeration. Lets say, feeling better. People close to me have probably been aware of the struggle I've had with my weight since starting the Crohn's medication. For those of you who don't know, prior to being medicated I had never weighed over 60kgs in my life.... no not once. ...