11/09/2026
I AM A and my constant battles with exhaustion.
My life seems to consist largely of having to explain to everyone around me why I have such strong boundaries around everything.
I need to count my spoons β yes, spoon theory β all the time, because I need to make sure I donβt run out. If I do, I become ill. Sometimes that means being in bed for days, barely able to move. Other times, I become physically ill, anxious and worried about everything under the sun that could affect me negatively β and currently, a lot of it does.
From living in an HMO that doesnβt feel like home, to wondering: am I ever going to be able to work and earn a decent living?
I am doing my best in spite of all that, because I need to hold on to hope. If I lose hope, I will be six feet under. This is what happens when hope dies.
But in this video, Iβm in my natural habitat. By myself. My partner in crime lives thousands of miles away.
I hate filming myself talking. I hate being filmed talking. I hate constantly having to explain my needs to a world that doesnβt get them.
Here, I donβt have to.
Here, I feel good.
For a little while, I have a home that I can organise however I like. I can cook and eat outdoors β my favourite place to be. I can hear the birds, smell and feel nature around me.
I come alive.
I breathe.
I listen to the birds.
And I connect with the right type of people. We share stories and laugh. Together, we experience the wonders nature has to offer.
This is where some of my spoons come back.