Kirstie Sivapalan
(This is the third part of my M.E story. If you haven’t yet, I’d recommend you read parts one and two, here and here.) In the early part of 2010 I packed my bags and headed to Peru. I had decided to have one last adventure before hitting my forties and quickly found myself 3000… Continue reading ME and the Virus that had never really gone
"No poly. I feel like a bag of shit. Didn't surface until afternoon. Can hardly eat. Can hardly move my eyes." This was an entry in my diary, one of those five-year diaries mainly girls of my day would be gifted for Christmases or birthdays. In my case it was my 14th Christmas, an idea… Continue reading M.E & The Virus that never leaves
You told me to wash my hands and yet to raise them high in wanton communion, You ridiculed us as turkeys lurking and squawking whilst you traded your fortune, You told us it wouldn't matter if we were close, and we inhaled it in, deep. I did. For a whileI stopped, worrying in hope of… Continue reading Gaslight in waiting
Writing and M.E. 