Contest Winner: But You Don’t Look Sick Video

This month we had a contest and asked some of our readers, members and volunteers to write a creative peice about What has BYDLS and "the spoon theory" meant to you? This is a VIDEO entry by our friend from Canada - LA Gozzard, also known as ghdcanada on the bydls.com message boards! She is so crea

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Contest Entry: Essay and Poem “Spoon Speak”

This month we had a contest and asked some of our readers, members and volunteers to write a creative peice about What has BYDLS and "the spoon theory" meant to you? "stationaryfaery" (her bydls.com message board name) submitted her groovy written word and poetry. I haven’t been a spoonie for t

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Poetry: Life Is Not Easy

A poem submitted by one of our readers, Amy Burg. Life is not easy, Life is not fair. Sometimes you need a little extra help, A little extra care. I needed to see a doctor, I needed to see someone quick. For the longer I had to wait, The more and more I was getting sick. Arriving at the hospital,

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Poetry: No More

A Poem submitted by one of our readers. No More I don't want this anymore I want it gone Poof No more hurting No more pain No more endless tired days I want something good to happen To me To Jim To my life So full of pain, Tiredness, sadness Frustration Some hope Want a child Want to be free To do

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Poetry: They Don’t Know Me

A Poem submitted by one of our readers. I have Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. I wrote this after a friend who I had not talked to in a year or so said to me on the phone, "you don't sound sick". -Stacey Yount They don't know me These people who say They are my friends They don't know

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Poetry: I’m Sorry

A poem submitted by one of our readers. I’m Sorry I’m tired of saying “I’m sorry”. I’m sorry for not being able to work. I’m sorry for the stinky cream. I’m sorry I didn’t finish the laundry. I’m sorry for crying again. I’m sorry that I can’t play today. I’m sorry that I

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Poem: I don’t look sick

A Poem submitted by one of our readers. (Note: I have rheumatoid arthritis and a bad spinal injury, I'm 29 and have lived in constant pain since I was 23) I don't look sick this is true I look the same as all of you the pain I have you'll never see held all back but never free torment and chaos wo

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Poetry: And the fife was silent…

A poem about cancer submitted by one of our members. Plastic bottles stood in disarray, A field of soldiers after battle. Some had lost their child-proof helmets, Their bodies overturned and empty; Others were simply abandoned For those with more potent content. None alone could deter the enemy, A

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Poetry: Autumn in Minnesota

Time has no place in a land of lakes The artificial markings do no justice To vast fields stretching out And immeasurable life growing from beneath my feet. My footsteps are but echoes Of ancient paths tread long before Inches become feet becomes acres To where the water meets the sky in an impreg

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Poetry: A Decision

A poem about living with Fibromyalgia, submitted by one of our members. A Decision i've decided to stop the charades starting now, i will no longer have fibromyalgia no more pretending to be in pain no more acting like i have vertigo and absolutely no more fatigue and of course, no more sleepless

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