My imagination has always been my own private treasure trove. An escape from a reality that, at times, has not been enticing. It seems only a natural progression that those thoughts should be put on paper for others to enjoy.
I have struggled with ME (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis) for a number of years. But I am one of the lucky ones. After spending six months in bed, I somehow found my way back to my feet. I am not well, and I struggle most days, but I can work and I can walk and I have hope the future will bring more improvements.
I have also been adopted by a clown of a greyhound, and he keeps me smiling with his antics.