Massive pants, hope and a whole lot of vitamin C

Hello people of Substack,

I’ve been a little absent lately and for those of you who come here for the regular writings, I can only apologise, but also say thank you. Thank you for your patience and for sticking around.

There have been many thoughts swirling in my mind; they just haven’t made it to my laptop. And the longer time went on, the more I doubted my ability to write, or that others would be interested in reading. But today is the day.

My big girl pants are on, the not-so-flattering, large, black, up-to-the-waist, down-to-the-thigh variety. But super comfortable, which is exactly what one needs to focus on writing. I am sure you agree.

This morning I went for a walk, (in said pants) and what accompanied me all the way around the field were thoughts, too many to hold in my head. I knew it was time.

First things first: how are you? What have I missed? Tell me.

Things here have been… well, busy. The past few months included a lot of travel for work, and more recently, the unexpected adventure of homeschooling our 11-year-old.

I don’t say this to flaunt my meanderings but rather to fill in the gaps and to share something important: life after neurodivergent burnout even still in perimenopause and with POTS is possible.

Hope is there.

And I know, when I was in the depths of it, I needed to believe that. Maybe someone out there does too.

If you’d told me six months, a year, even two years ago, what I’d be doing now, I wouldn’t have believed you. Although, I really hoped it. Almost had to believe it, just to get through.

There were days when all I could manage was a late afternoon tea, sitting quietly, watching trees sway, trying to practice gratitude while desperately hoping this would pass, that my energy and mind would return.

And yet, here I am. After travels to Kent and London, training new trainers, hopping on public transport, and since pre-Easter, home- educating. And I’m not broken.

In fact, I’m excited by life and work.