Nadine Haigh
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There's really no reason why you should read on, I write in case someone should want to and I appreciate those that do. I love to take photos and use them to share the beauty of the world we have around us
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Memories of a life before. Content Warning.
There are memories within us that don't belong to the one that we are,and yet they become reflected back at us from within each reflection we see. A different and incomplete version of ourselves looks back into our souls; it shows us the life we could have had if we could just recognise that there are qualities within us that we just can't acknowledge.
By Nadine Haighabout an hour ago in Fiction
Mobility Madness
The first time I heard degenrative disc disease I had no clue what it would entail. Medically it is a weakness in the cushion between the vertibrae of your spine,that causes them to slip to one side and become trapped,making them bulge,this then causes the signals to your brain to become intensensified and for your mobility to become limited due to pain. Personally though it was a complete change, I worked as a chef and did sixty plus hour weeks,trained to be a restaurant manager too and loved what I did, in the space of 48 hours that all changed,a twist in an awkward position unloading stock and the next thing I knew I was in hospital unable to move my legs without feeling excruciating pain.
By Nadine Haigh27 days ago in Chapters
Footy Widow. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
Generally I'm a lover of football myself and feel like I may be misleading in my title but I'm accutely aware there are still many of us women that would relish the telly to themselves over the weekend whilst their darling off spring are off socialising and creating choas locally. For those of you that don't I found a way to make it through the games!
By Nadine Haighabout a month ago in Humor
Mobility Madness
A while back there used to be a show called Some Mothers' Do have 'em, Tv madness akin to the Dick van Dyke show. A completely accident prone man that was unable to get through life without causing chaos. I remember watching it and thinking there was no way that anyone could cause that much mayhem, until I got a mobility scooter!!
By Nadine Haighabout a month ago in Chapters
An open letter
I have always been quite vocal about my battles with mental health and never really focussed on my physical health issues, I suffer with a lot of what is known as invisible illnesses, by far the worst though is degenerative spinal disorder,gradually it has robbed me of the use of my legs the restrictions of my arms and now most recently issues with moving my head. Putting a brave face on everything is something I was conditioned to do as a child as were many of my generation.Over the years it has become harder and harder to do though. When you don't have much interactions with the outside world you start to see when you do venture out how sorry the world truly has become. Following a trip to my local supermarket on my mobility scooter I was nearly hit by a car and then sworn at by the driver for crossing the road in front of her, the fact that she had not indicated escaped her notice and even though I was up on two wheels it was hard to be angry when someone had rushed to my aid to help me,or so I thought, in actual fact the individual took the time to pick my pocket and steal my mobile phone....in the week since this has happened my disorder has progressed yet again due to the knock that I took, by far more worrying though is the fact that there is now no hope. Whenever I was out I never really pictured myself as vulnerable or cpmpletely disabled as I had some use of my arms,in fact I was a lot better off than a lot of other people in the world,I wore a smile on my face and tried my best to make light of everything. Now I can't, I've always had hope that at some point humanity would return to the human race and not be a legend of times gone past. We as a society have managed to achieve such a love of money and wealth that we pit ourselves against each other wanting what others have,more money,a nicer house,a bigger car or to feel superioir in some way no matter what or who gets in the way. Looing at the world now through changed eyes I despair for what my children will be left with when my life is done. There is very few acts of genuine kindness in the world unless it involves animals,but aren't we animls too? Just apparently better evolved than other species and yet they outstrip us at every turn on caring for their own.
By Nadine Haigh3 years ago in Confessions
Who wants to live forever?
There's so many cliches in the world about relationships and how they are,how they should be and what to expect,I've heard so many of them that they just go in one ear and out the other,the one that drives me crazy is the ride or die one, and the harlequin and joker concept of a relationship. It's laughable. Everyone expects that their relationship will be this whole piece almost like a fruit,complete,unblemished,well rounded,when in actual fact its more like a kit car.After years and years of neglect and abuse at the age of 25 I figured I was never going to find anyone that would want me for me. I had a lot of emotional and mental baggage and felt completely broken. I didn't want someone that was going to put me back together for me to break when they walked away, I wanted someone that would stand beside me while I built myself back up and felt more like a person again.
By Nadine Haigh6 years ago in Humans
The Snow That Time Forgot
It had been another uneventful week that was to be followed by another weekend of being on my own, probably sat at some bar or another try to drink myself into oblivion, whilst pretending that I was happy with how my life had now turned out.
By Nadine Haigh7 years ago in Humans
Fibro and My Life
Nine years ago, I sat in the hospital, waiting for results back from the orthopedic team, I had been struggling for few years at that point. I was always tired, my arms and legs felt heavy, I couldn't function properly, every joint ached. Even something as simple as wearing clothes hurt, my skin felt bruised and I couldn't focus on feeling anything other than the pain in my body. The doctor told me that I had fibromyalgia, a neuro-transmitting auto immune disease. I heard the words terminal and no cure and was in a haze of anxiety I will never be cured and eventually my body will overload on pain that much that I would need constant pain relief, which over prolonged usage would cause liver and kidney damage possibly failure and there was nothing I could do to change it.
By Nadine Haigh7 years ago in Longevity
The Days Are Long
For eighteen years, I have held to myself the pain and sorrow of being a young widow. Well, as close to one as can be. We weren't married, but we were building a life together, decorating a flat together, choosing baby furniture and awaiting the arrival of our baby. Life was good. We had our differences, like all couples do, especially considering the age gap between us. The interference of mommy dearest and other external influences, but for the main, we were happy.That was until just before Christmas, 1999. We had been fighting a lot, mummy dearest was threatening him with police action if he let me move in with him. I was sixteen and old enough to know what I wanted. What I wanted was to be free of my mother, to move away from her oppression and bullying, her lies and her games. You see, ever since I could remember I was verbally, mentally, and physically abused by my mother and her husband, my stepdad. Never sexually—I must stress that, but the only bones that were never broken were my fingers, but I digress from one story into another.
By Nadine Haigh8 years ago in Humans
Who Am I?
I am the person that people point and whisper about, the one that is frowned upon by some and ridiculed by many. I have severe depression. I am emotionally unstable and my anger knows no bounds. I wasn’t this person to begin with. When I was born I was undamaged. Perfectly formed things moved like a well-oiled machine. Now I feel old, tired, and desperate.
By Nadine Haigh8 years ago in Psyche
