It shouldn’t take a life-shattering disease to find creativity and art. But maybe the anti-capitalist nature of Severe ME can teach us something about leading slower lives . . . and show us that maybe we were all artists all along. 

I feel like an alien. But, an alien in a human body, no one can see that I’m from another planet. And suddenly there’s this huge distance between us.

When masking and Covid cautiousness became politicized and then dismissed…the implication was that vulnerable people are not worth caring about, and it's ok to let them die.

For many, celebrating the holidays means good food, joy, and finally having time to relax. But when you're chronically ill, that can be challenging and, for some, even fully impossible.

I’m no older than nine, but a lead-like sensation has held my legs in a tight grip since I woke up.

People don’t see how hard it is. They don’t realise how isolating it is to be surrounded by food, celebrating food-related holidays.

Identity as a disabled person is often shaped by how you interact with the world, but what happens when your symptoms become so overwhelming that you have no choice but to isolate from significant parts of life?

Just like any other group, many disabled and chronically ill people also identify as being a part of the queer community; actually, many more than you might expect.