Rosie Farrell

The gift of time

The whirring of machines. The timeless ticking of the clock. The drip-drop of IV lines. The distant buzz of an alarm Waiting for information. Waiting to go home. Always waiting. I’m sick of hospitals, sick of doctors, sick of this disease, sick of being unheard, sick of not having answers. But this place is oneContinueContinue reading “The gift of time”

Finding hope

I was being acknowledged at last but it was so bittersweet.

The haunting

There she goes… The tightly-bound threads are loosening, unravelling. I’m unravelling. Little by little I’m making less sense of this disease and more sense of the scale of its destruction. I’m angry, sad and hurt. It hurts to look back and think of just how much it’s robbed from me, to watch my ghost laceContinueContinue reading “The haunting”

Why am I not equal?

I’ve learnt that my biggest issue with using a wheelchair is not that I see myself as disabled, it’s that the outside world is designed in such an inaccessible way that it highlights my disability and sets up barriers for inclusion at every turn. Simply put, by using a wheelchair, you are not considered or treated as equal by society.

Kiss Goodbye to MS

To the people with MS who are reading this, I want you to know you are not alone. Together, side by side, we stand united in our battle against this cruel disease

Diary of a disabled bride

As you’ll know, I got married last July. We had an absolutely amazing day but during the months leading up to the wedding I really struggled. There was nothing out there for brides or grooms with disabilities, nowhere to turn to – and at times it became a very lonely road (see article I wroteContinueContinue reading “Diary of a disabled bride”

Who am I now?

I’m finally sat back here. Staring at the keyboard. Words and feelings storming through my brain. They’re too fast to catch, to hold on to and to challenge It feels like they rip through me. But there’s so many of them. I’m tired. Too tired for all of this. Somedays I can’t cope with theContinueContinue reading “Who am I now?”

I do

We finally did it! We got married! Did it go off without any glitches? No. But it was amazing in spite of everything MS tried throwing my way. As I walked down that aisle, I felt like the luckiest person alive and MS wasn’t even in the picture. Thanks to all my amazing friends andContinueContinue reading “I do”

Love is…

“15 days to go until you say I do – I bet you’re so excited!” Wedding to-do lists. Wedding magazines. Wedding forums . And then there’s me. Locked out of the wedding world. With a month to go I found myself on the floor, crying with pain that had constantly intensified over two weeks. TakingContinueContinue reading “Love is…”

It’s okay to feel lost

The words stick in my throat. I can’t find them. I don’t know how to let them escape. And yet if I don’t, they’ll drown me. Just because we don’t speak something, just because we lock it away and keep hoping, it doesn’t make the fear any less real, particularly when that fear isContinueContinue reading “It’s okay to feel lost”