Let me just say it: anxiety is a menace.

To those training to become specialists in Functional Neurological Disorder (FND): this is for you.

Every FND journey is different, and today I'm sharing Emmie’s. She’s been one of my closest friends for decades, and her strength, fire, and fierce determination never fail to inspire me.. and so many others. Through the toughest days, Emmie shows up, speaks out, and proves that FND might challenge you… but it doesn’t define you. It’s a privilege to share her words with you.

Every FND journey is different, and today I'm sharing Brian’s. Known to many in the community as King B, he’s a constant source of kindness, strength, and support. Whether it’s checking in, lifting others up, or simply making us smile.. Brian’s presence makes a difference. It’s an honour to share his words with you.

Every FND journey is different, and today I'm sharing Erika’s. She’s a shining part of the FND&US community.. and the disabled community as a whole! Supportive, creative, and full of heart. Erika’s story is one of strength, resilience, and fierce determination. It’s a privilege to share her words with you.

Every FND journey is different, and today I'm sharing Mr B’s. He’s been a steady rock in our community and to myself.. a strong, supportive voice with a wicked sense of humour and a heart of gold. Living life with his woofer Miss Ellie, Mr B brings his own experience, wisdom, and realness to everything he does.

March 25th marks FND Awareness Day, so what better time to talk about what it’s like when your brain and body stop communicating, like a game of ‘This or That’.. except the choices are ‘collapse randomly’ or ‘lose control of your limbs’ and I never get to pick.

Now we've all heard that phrase.. "The best things in life are free"!

Music is more than just sound.. it’s emotion, memory, and connection. A single song can transport us to a moment in time, bring back a feeling we thought we’d lost, or even put words to emotions we didn’t know how to express. From the first dance at a wedding to the song played at a loved one’s funeral, music weaves itself into the fabric of our lives, marking moments of love, loss, and everything in between.

Living with something you don’t have a name for is like trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces missing. You know something isn’t right, but the doctors shrug, the tests come back “normal,” and you start wondering if maybe you’re just imagining it. (Spoiler: you’re not.)

So, it’s a new year, a fresh chapter. 2025 is officially here, and we’re now a quarter into the century. Scary, right?

So I'll be honest, this isn't the blog I had intended, but due to a lovely chest infection and a dark mental health patch due to a few personal reasons, I thought I'd save that blog for next year instead.