My body was a land, once proud.
Now but a weathered cliff,
Eroded by time’s passing hand.

My dreams have been diluted,
By life’s watering can.
It’s salty water seeps and rots all plans.

My loves like the tide, they come, they go.
My health an undercurrent,
Passions ripped from the shallows.

My mind, the sea wall. Last line of defence.
And when my mind has crumbled,
My final journey will commence.

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Arthritis and Psoriasis Patient Advocate, Writer And Consultant. Owner Of The Pain Company.

I share my story of Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis to raise awareness and specialise in pain, parenting (with disability) and the mental health impact of living with chronic illness. I write and campaign for leading charities and organisations. In addition, I provide patient experience consultancy for both charities and global healthcare companies.

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