M.E. Awareness Week

As you probably already know, May is M.E. Awareness month and May 12th (today) is International M.E. Awareness day. I wanted to write something powerful and awareness raising but I didn’t know where on earth to start. Not as in I don’t know anything about the disease, or the political ins and outs of its shocking lack of recognition. I’m simply sick of trying to convey how sick I and many millions are.

Yet I have to prattle on about it because it has been so ignored for so long, and I know there are many other M.E. fighters out there suffering far worse than me. They can’t often speak for themselves, so I need to.

So I thought what the heck. I’ll get a bit more personal and tell you a little bit about the beginning of mine and my family’s journey battle with M.E. .

Where it began..

I can’t say for certain, but looking back, I believe that I have been slowly getting ill since I was about 11. I began to experience pretty bad head pain/migraines. I can only describe it as a mixture of both stabbing pains and blunt pain, as if I’d been hit with a hammer, in the back and top of my head. I remember having to go to bed for hours at a time, but I never thought anything of it. Didn’t go to the Doctor, just got on with it.


I had always loved netball, but as my teen years rolled by netball and any physical exertion became harder and harder. I was playing the same amount, so I knew fitness was not the issue, but all the same it got to the point where I could either go to netball practice and not be able to get into school for a few days or I could go home and collapse, hoping to make it in the next day. Again, no doctor. Just getting on with it.

Before it got really bad… Looking a bit too jolly!


I loved seeing friends, but again, it would get to the point where my body was screaming at me to go home just so I could collapse without completely embarrassing myself. There were many times when people thought I had just had too much to drink, which to me was a less daunting storyline to go with.


I was officially diagnosed at 17, after having glandular fever and never recovering. My diagnosis came one short month after my brother had also been diagnosed with M.E. following diagnoses of ulcerative colitis and addison’s disease. I was in total disbelief and downright denial. He had become extremely ill, as in collapsing and vomiting – a lot, hospitalised, mostly bedbound etc… My thoughts at the time: No way could we have the same thing. No way could either of us have something that wasn’t going away. No way could both of my parent’s children have a chronic illness with no cure or treatment. Just no.


I wholeheartedly denied the illness from my life for almost 2 years. I made it through my last year of college albeit pretty much from home, studying by myself and then somehow after college held down a part time retail job for about 8 months. For those last 2 years of “normality”, every day my body felt like it was being tortured, but I told myself that must be how everyone felt. Again, I needed to get on with it and pull up the old bootstraps. That message along with “stay positive” were the only words I was given by a Doctor upon diagnosis. So I lived by them. I was going to get better if I just thought it hard enough. Right?


One day in August I woke up and couldn’t move for the first 7- 8 hours of that day, not even a toe wiggle. That went on for 2 months, every day. When I could eventually move, I would literally roll and fall out of bed onto pillows I’d strategically left the night before, crawl/drag myself to the loo and then possibly slide myself down the stairs which took me a good 10 minutes. The rest of the day would be spent in a room alone, and in darkness, no tv, nothing. Sure, I’d had crashes before, but nothing quite like this.


All the while, my boyfriend at the time was texting me, asking : “Why I didn’t want to see him?”  “Why wouldn’t I go out?” ” Stop being so boring Lara.” All I could think was that I felt like I was dying and that when I did manage to see him, somehow he should have been able to feel the radiation of death coming off my body. I tried to tell him I really wasn’t well, that there was something seriously wrong with me many times, but he never seemed to “hear” it. He certainly never believed it. So I kept trying to live a double life. I wanted the lie of health to be true. I pretended I wasn’t stuck in a darkened room, or that I couldn’t see him texting me but hadn’t been able to reply because I couldn’t move my hands for the first half of that day.

That was almost 6 years ago.

M.E., or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome as it is also unfortunately known, is exhausting, excruciating and many other awful words. The symptoms that run through my body every day are beyond the scope of my former imagination. I couldn’t have made this illness up even if I’d wanted to. And at this age especially, the supposed “prime of life”, for so many years? Hell no.

And yet, the disbelief, and the mistreatment that comes along as a package deal with this disease, from the public to the media to the medical community, even family and friends, somehow outweighs it and brings your life that bit closer to unendurable. A margin which you thought no longer existed. This fight for recognition that you are seriously ill – the dismissal, the cruelty, and sometimes psychological, even physical abuse of patients is beyond my worst nightmares.

So for those us with M.E., belief and understanding, or the want to understand rather (because no one can ever fully understand until they’re in our bodies, nor would we want you to experience this!) that is what could mean the world to someone suffering in silence, maybe even the difference between endurable and un.

Thank you very much for reading, I can’t say how much I appreciate it.

Happy M.E. Awareness Week!

I’d like to add that today, I am very lucky to have an incredibly supportive family and a few lovely friends, you know who you are! I’ve also found so much support and “virtually” met such kind, inspiring people through the online chronic illness community.


Please sign this petition to demand more research into M.E./CFS in the UK! We need at least 10,000 signatures and we’re not too far off!

A little something that I made for the #MillionsMissing campaign. International protests taking place on 25/05/15 see http://millionsmissing.meaction.net/ for more details.

For details on the London Protest click here.

If you can’t attend, you can still send your shoes to virtually protest!


Easy Vegan Gluten-Free Brownies Recipe


Just had to get that initial excitement out, ok let’s carry on.

Brownies are certainly up there, at least in my book of indulgent dessert favourites, so I thought I would share an easy, fudgy yet cakey-topped recipe that also checks all the “healthy-ish” boxes: Vegan, dairy free, gluten free, refined sugar free.

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Unlike Coco Chanel’s rules for accessorizing, the rule of thumb for brownies is: more is better, when in doubt chuck another thing either in or on! Nuts, more chocolate chips, caramel, peanut buttery bits,crunchy crispy things, you name it, you chuck it! You can add whatever you want to this recipe – I love a bit of peanut butter caramel or mint choc chip ice cream!

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For my brownie base this has been the most foolproof and yet delicious brownie recipe since my vegan journey began. It is also both friend and family approved.

As are all the best recipes, this is a one bowl stop shop. Start off with the melty bits and then keep adding everything into the same bowl, mix and you’re done 🙂

Let me know if you try this and what your ultimate brownie add-on is? I am always intrigued, and occasionally horrified, to hear what others deem as the best brownie bud.

Happy chomping!


I thought I’d add a quick step-by-step picture recipe thing, because I think it’s helpful, particularly for any of my fellow brain-foggy people 🙂

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1. Preheat oven to 180C. Melt 100g Dark Choc and 150g cashew butter together, then add 250g Maple and 2 tsp Vanilla extract.
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2. Mix/whisk together.
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3. Add dry ingredients: 130g GF flour, 1/2 tsp Baking powder and 1/4 tsp Salt.
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4. Mix/whisk together until thoroughly combined.
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5. Pour batter into a lined tin and bake at 180 C for 17-18 minutes
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6. Once baked allow the brownies to completely cool before cutting. Enjoy!

Makes 12 brownies


100g Dark Chocolate (I used Green & Black’s 70% –  no refined sugar)

150g Cashew Butter

250g Maple Syrup

2 tsp Vanilla Extract

1/4 tsp Salt

130g Gluten free flour ( I used Dove’s Farm)

1/2 tsp Baking Powder

  1. Preheat the oven to 180 C.
  2. Melt your chocolate and cashew butter*.
  3. Once melted, add in maple and vanilla extract and whisk or mix together.
  4.  Add in the flour, baking powder and salt.
  5. Mix again until well combined – takes less than a minute with an electric whisk.
  6. Spoon mixture into a lined baking tin – mine is approx. 22 x 22cm.
  7. Bake on the middle shelf and check with a knife after 15 mins* – I baked mine for 17-18mins.
  8. Let them completely cool, they need to be left to gel together properly (I know it’s hard but i promise it’s worth it!)

You should end up with the perfect mix of a slightly cakey top  and beautiful fudgy, chewy bottom 🙂

Brownies are also perfect for freezing, just wrap them up and they can be stored in there for weeks. then  defrost them for 30 minutes to an hour and they’re just as lovely as when first baked.

*I used a make-shift bain marie: I set my mixing bowl over a bowl filled with hot water from the kettle – easier and less likely to burn myself!

*The knife should come out clean or with a tiny bit of brownie on the bottom, you want the bottom half to be fairly fudgy! If you like fudgey brownies of course, if not bake for a little longer!

Nutritional info: 220 calories per brownie

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