Millie Hardy-Sims
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Clean, Not Always Tidy
There was a time when housework was simple. You saw something that needed doing, and you did it. Cleaning was a task. Tidying was a habit. Order was something you could create and maintain without thinking too much about the cost.
By Millie Hardy-Simsabout 16 hours ago in Motivation
Living Five Steps Ahead
There was a time when I could live one step at a time. Plans were simple. If I wanted to do something, I did it. Energy existed in the background, assumed and reliable. A day could unfold naturally without strategy, without preparation, without calculating the consequences of every small decision.
By Millie Hardy-Sims24 days ago in Motivation
My Body Is Not a Moral Failure
There are two labels that tend to arrive before people know anything else about me. Disabled. Obese. One is a neurological condition. The other is a number calculated from height and weight. Neither tells the full story of the body I live in.
By Millie Hardy-Sims27 days ago in Motivation
When Control Meets Limitation
Obsessive-compulsive disorder is built around control. It is the need for things to feel ordered, completed, resolved. It is the persistent urge to fix what feels unfinished, to organise what feels chaotic, to restore a sense of certainty when the mind insists something is not quite right.
By Millie Hardy-Simsabout a month ago in Motivation
Rewriting the List
There was a time when my priorities felt obvious. Work came first. Productivity came first. Being dependable, available, efficient — those things defined success. A full calendar meant I was doing well. A busy day meant I was moving forward.
By Millie Hardy-Simsabout a month ago in Motivation
Full Moon
There are days when it feels like my body is arguing with itself. Multiple sclerosis already demands negotiation. Fatigue shapes my energy. My legs can feel unreliable. Sensations appear without warning. Some days they feel heavy. Other days they feel like they are vibrating from the inside, a constant electrical hum that no one else can see.
By Millie Hardy-Simsabout a month ago in Motivation
Medical Voices vs Disabled Voices
I was diagnosed in a hospital room. The language was clinical. Precise. Measured. Words like lesions, inflammation, progression, relapse. The explanation focused on my nervous system, on my brain and spinal cord, on what could be seen on a scan.
By Millie Hardy-Simsabout a month ago in Motivation
A Voice
I did not set out to be an advocate. Speaking about multiple sclerosis began as survival. Writing was a way to untangle the confusion, the grief, and the constant recalculation that had become my daily life. Putting words to fatigue, to fear, to invisibility helped me make sense of a body that no longer behaved the way it once had.
By Millie Hardy-Simsabout a month ago in Motivation
Unreliable
There is a particular kind of anxiety that begins before the phone is even picked up. It lives in the pause. In the rehearsed sentence. In the careful consideration of tone. It sounds simple: “I’m not well enough to come in today.” It feels anything but simple.
By Millie Hardy-Simsabout a month ago in Motivation
