If your attention span can survive 6 minutes… this might stay with you for a long time.
A few months ago I went to the
@tswtogether meet-up in Birmingham just to listen, connect, support, and be around people who truly get it.
I had absolutely no plans to stand up and speak.
But something in me just said, “do it.”
So I got up on that stage and spoke about parts of my journey through TSW. A condensed version, anyway… otherwise we’d still be there now. 🤣
The years of hiding. The pain, grief, isolation. Growing up with a skin condition. Going through school, uni, dancing, teaching and leading rooms full of women into confidence whilst navigating something that has challenged me physically, mentally and emotionally for years.
And yes… I broke down mid talk.
I nearly cut that part out. But I thought nah. Leave it in.
Because this journey is raw. It’s uncomfortable. It challenges you. And I think part of healing is finally allowing yourself to be seen properly.
I don’t talk about Eczema and TSW enough. I think because I’m now in a much more healed place, I’ve been busy trying to LIVE again. To dance. To teach. To travel. To make up for the years my body wouldn’t let me.
And honestly, sometimes talking about it means sitting with grief I spent years just trying to survive through.
But I’m realising how important it is to share it.
Not just for me, but for anyone currently in the depths of feeling lonely, exhausted, angry, misunderstood, or terrified that life will never feel normal again.
I also think this experience changed me as a teacher. When dancing and teaching are the only things you wanted back whilst you were bedridden, you stop taking them for granted. It made me softer with people. More understanding. More present. Because everybody is carrying something, even if you can’t see it.
Thankyou
@itchscratchrepeat for creating such a safe space for people to come together, speak opening and feel understood.
TSW took a lot from me.
But it also forced me to become someone stronger, deeper, more compassionate, more fearless and more grateful for the life I have now.
Maybe that version of me was waiting on the other-side