Writing has been a bit slow lately.
New content will find its way to IMSM soon!
In the meantime, why not catch up with these posts…
A powerful letter to my MS
Balancing life and a chronic illness
Humans Multiple Sclerosis
UNCRPD, Ireland’s ten-year moral outrage
UNCRPD in Ireland – begging for change
© Willeke Van Eeckhoutte and Ireland, Multiple Sclerosis & Me, 2011-2017. Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner are strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Willeke Van Eeckhoutte and Ireland, Multiple Sclerosis & Me with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
Have you ever wondered, “What exactly is my purpose on our little shining blue ball floating around in our vast universe?”
Congratulations, so have I!
It took me the better part of my teenage years – if not very young adult life – to get to the stage where I thought, “Yes! Eureka! Yes, I found out what I am doing here!”
Translated, it sounded more like this, “I know where I am going to live!”
Part of the master plan that had been hiding in my unconscious mind had already been set in motion, albeit drifting rebelliously between my conscious and the harder to access unconscious level, before mischievously appearing again.
Continue reading Paper dreams
“Oh, you can bet I am willing, I am usually more than willing. When physical restraints curb your potential, you realise that you want so more from your own life, and out of your own reality. Life is moving forward outside your medically induced world, and you feel annoyed when healthy people don’t realise the worth of their bodies, their unused potential.
It simply reminds you that being chronically ill sucks.
It’s energy being depleted in all the wrong places. There is no uptake to being ill. There is no room for maneuvering when you’re faced with an illness that will -quite literally- be there until you draw your last breath. Do take it from someone who’s already stared death in the face because of it; it is so not all it’s cracked up to be, honey.“
To read the whole post, please go to: Balancing life and a chronic illness
©WVE and Ireland, Multiple Sclerosis & Me, 2011-2017. Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner are strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to WVE and Ireland, Multiple Sclerosis & Me with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
Ah yes, you know the term.
In proper Wikipedia language, it reads “An argument or other discussion that has continued ‘to [the point of] nausea.” In Irish slang, “We are bloody well tired of talking or hearing about it.”
And that, dear reader, we are. Severely sick and tired of hearing that the Irish government will ratify the UNCRPD by a specified date, only to find out that they very silently forgot to live by that promise. Needless to say, having the gift of the gab in Dáil Éireann is an advantage, yet those we elected to represent our very needs refuse to use that gift when it matters most. Continue reading UNCRPD, Ireland’s ten-year moral outrage
The last few months, I’ve read and watched more political news about Donald Trump than I could stomach. As a result, shortcut rambling and biased vernacular on Twitter now linger in my own vocabulary when I try to write.
While it is true that you cannot bring about transformation by using blank expressions or hyped-up buzzwords that portray unfairness, ignorance and baseless conjecture, there is a limit to what is morally and personally allowed. It’s fair to say, so, that I have never been so amazed and shocked by any politician in such a short time frame. More annoyingly, because I love psychology so much, I keep going back because I want to know more about Trump’s state of mind.
Continue reading UNCRPD in Ireland – begging for change
To write is to have a third eye on the world. You watch the world spin day after day, and in your mind, you write social commentary to give it a place in your life. Quite often, though, after reading your perceptions a few weeks later, you realise that what you witnessed has completely lost its meaning.
Like this, I have seen the best and the worst of what mankind had to offer the past six months.
There are people in today’s society who have the purest and most thoughtful minds you can wish for. They add serenity and integrity to your life, and they always bring out the best in you.
On the other hand, there are toxic people who have never learned what altruism and dignity is, and who lack insight into what makes people – including themselves – tick. They go on the attack without working out a game plan first and have a habit of calling you “oversensitive” or “you are just misinterpreting me” when you try to verbally counter their attack. Continue reading Hell is other people
I could call this a ‘letter to society’s ignorance’.
I could just as well call it a ‘letter to my stupidity’.
While I will ponder about a suitable title for this piece a bit longer, the topic is so well-known and dreaded, it is part of the dark fabric of life.
Continue reading Ignorance
I may have been critical of my native country Belgium in the past, but yesterday’s events in Brussels solidified friendships and my love for my people’s resilience and way of life.
IS, ISIL, ISIS, Daesh (or whichever way they want to be called next) may think they won another war on foreign soil, but the western world is ready to shatter further illusions of jihadism and hatred harder, faster and louder. There simply is no place for extremism in our world.
Many thanks to the emergency services, fire department, police, Belgian army and all those who helped people caught up in the terror attacks.
For updates on the ongoing situation, please visit the BBC News website here.
© Willeke Van Eeckhoutte and Ireland, Multiple Sclerosis & Me, 2011-2016. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner are strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Willeke Van Eeckhoutte and Ireland, Multiple Sclerosis & Me with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
“Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.”
If you’re running behind on making a few new year’s resolutions, or perhaps call them ‘new year’s illusions’ by now instead, all is not lost. There are small things you can work on every day of the year.
Given its absurd sense of unpredictability, life with MS is challenging at the best of times. Anything turbulent added to it, and it soon becomes a slalom course with so many twists and turns that each one seems icier than the ones before. Continue reading Let’s be frank
Fabulous for those who own it, bad for those who don’t.
I am one of those people who quickly feels guilty about having to cancel hospital or advocacy appointments when I’m too unwell to leave the house. It might be innate, or it might just be one of those famous Irish guilt-trip things that are attached to my dwindling Belgian roots. Either way, I often “suffer” from feeling “over-responsible” when I fail to do something.
After watching Dole Life, a program on Irish television about the difficulties young adults face trying to find and keep a job, the topic of responsibility and maturity was on everybody’s lips the following days and weeks. Shauna (Jake) had just started a new job, yet in the first week of her employment, she arrived late for four consecutive days. She said coming out as transgender was the reason for being late, but her reasoning didn’t help her cause, and it might, in fact, have turned more people against her than she intended to. Continue reading Responsibility hurts