24/12/2025
Christmas isnât always sunshine and rainbows.
Living with chronic illness often means paying for the good days later. The joy is real and the memories are worth it, but the energy cost can be huge. It tends to catch up, often right when you wish it wouldnât. When there are things to do, people to see, magic to create⌠and your body just simply doesnât cooperate.
Iâve had a lot on with two family birthdays and festive celebrations and, in turn, have had a tough couple of days. Not because I donât love Christmas, I do, but because my body is asking me to slow down when my heart wants to give, do, create and show up fully.
And I know Iâm not alone.
Maybe youâre navigating illness, grief, exhaustion, financial pressure, relationship strain, or simply the weight of expectations. Maybe youâre holding it together quietly while everyone else assumes this season feels joyful.
If thatâs you, I see you.
Itâs okay if Christmas feels mixed. Itâs okay if rest is the most loving thing you can give yourself. Itâs okay if your version of âenoughâ looks different this year.
Living with intention sometimes means honouring your limits and trusting that presence, even in small moments, is more than enough.
We donât have to pretend itâs all shiny. We can honour the real. The rest. The pauses. The listening inward. Sometimes that is the work.
Sending so much love to anyone who is finding this season tender, heavy or bittersweet. Youâre not failing. Youâre human. And your worth is never measured by how much you do. â¨đŤśđť
