Hello September.

Firstly, I can't believe it's September already?! Less than 4 months & my baby turns 2!
I'm holding my hopes really high for September. Despite the consultation not going too well & me still having several unanswered questions, I'm really hopeful for the new medication (not that I've even started it yet).

I stopped my old medication (which I hated) about a week before the consultation & although I'm obviously still really ill, my eye is a lot more 'open' than it was. I hated that medication from the day I started taking it. I thought the medication was to blame for my slurred speech, turns out that's just another migraine symptom I've got.

I'm so ready to get my life back.
I've got some good plans for September, something planned almost every weekend in fact, but whether I'll be well enough to attend them all, if any, is a different story :(

Back in February when I first got really ill again & I was being messed around, again. I said if they don't hurry up & make me better, it'll be September & I'll be ill anyway with my seasonal affective disorder. How very typical. Although that never really hits me until towards the end of September, so we've still got a few weeks for me to get better & enjoy some energetic times.

It's weird because having Cian changes everything so much, like I know, no matter what, I always have to keep fighting, for him.
& then the one thing I keep confusing myself about is the fact that other than Cian, this has been possibly the worst year of my life.
Not only have I had all the problems with my illness, but I've had a lot of other stuff going on that I won't ever disclose the details about on here. Every single time I've felt like I just don't have any more strength in me, another thing has happened & I've proved myself wrong- I'm beginning to think I'm superwoman ;)
Despite it being some of the worst times of my life, Cian gives me the best times I've ever had. So how can I say it's the worst year, when it's only my second year with him?